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why would i check the weather in august? the searing sun on my skin turns into cool sweat in the breeze, shutting my eyes in emptied fields of wheat. among the cicadas there's your heartbeat, pulling me up to the sky. my desolate farm falling from view, as lush mountains take its place. when i land, the silence is sudden. my bare feet buried in white freezing over to keep you out shivering in the summer snow
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Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 8:00 PM UTC
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why would i check the weather in august? the searing sun on my skin turns into cool sweat in the breeze, shutting my eyes in emptied fields of wheat. among the cicadas there's your heartbeat, pulling me up to the sky. my desolate farm falling from view, as lush mountains take its place. when i land, the silence is sudden. my bare feet buried in white freezing over to keep you out shivering in the summer snow
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Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 8:00 PM UTC
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