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the city, brick and cement, a thousand glass panes and pavement. a prism of sunrays as I sweat through my shirt. boiling pasta kettle steam my face, the griddle’s hot flecks. scolding fluid, pocking my skin. eyeballs and eyelids, and face muscle tense. as I drive into sunrise. iridescence from her glittering warm canyon, and my hot heavy breath. quiet and pleasant summer nights pass away. through a lifetime, cancer in the pores, from bright blue sunny skies. a newborn baby radiates warmth. the still sharing element from mother’s womb hearth. hot bullet leaves a gun. with a hard punch. like a hot poker through a lung. here is one thing you can’t beat, there is no such thing as cold, only the absence of heat.
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Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 4:00 PM UTC
Heat
the city, brick and cement, a thousand glass panes and pavement. a prism of sunrays as I sweat through my shirt. boiling pasta kettle steam my face, the griddle’s hot flecks. scolding fluid, pocking my skin. eyeballs and eyelids, and face muscle tense. as I drive into sunrise. iridescence from her glittering warm canyon, and my hot heavy breath. quiet and pleasant summer nights pass away. through a lifetime, cancer in the pores, from bright blue sunny skies. a newborn baby radiates warmth. the still sharing element from mother’s womb hearth. hot bullet leaves a gun. with a hard punch. like a hot poker through a lung. here is one thing you can’t beat, there is no such thing as cold, only the absence of heat.
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36/M/cape cod
Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 4:00 PM UTC
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