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Wavering heat lays atop the black asphalt and it rolls Bending and shaping the hardened tar Summer hurts your eyes and your lungs as scalding warmth is drawn in You taste the chlorine pools as you walk past them and feel the thunderstorms forming on the tip of your tongue It is a mixture of pressure and anticipation But it is nothing compared to the smell of someone walking in from being outside The cool airconditioned air mixed with the heat the sweat like a silvery metallic and salt.
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May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC
And Salt
Wavering heat lays atop the black asphalt and it rolls Bending and shaping the hardened tar Summer hurts your eyes and your lungs as scalding warmth is drawn in You taste the chlorine pools as you walk past them and feel the thunderstorms forming on the tip of your tongue It is a mixture of pressure and anticipation But it is nothing compared to the smell of someone walking in from being outside The cool airconditioned air mixed with the heat the sweat like a silvery metallic and salt.
micah-elise
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May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC
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