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120° burning pavement, burning heartaches, too hot for love, too hot for loss, close all windows, all the blinds, doors locked, hiding inside, like unprepared neighbors on Halloween, lights off. Waiting Waiting for winter to come, no snow, but no heat. Waiting for rivers, and lemonade Waiting. Go to work, come home, run the AC, go to work, come home, run the AC Three hikers died here last week, just trying to get some fresh air. Waiting for the fire to stop Waiting
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
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120° burning pavement, burning heartaches, too hot for love, too hot for loss, close all windows, all the blinds, doors locked, hiding inside, like unprepared neighbors on Halloween, lights off. Waiting Waiting for winter to come, no snow, but no heat. Waiting for rivers, and lemonade Waiting. Go to work, come home, run the AC, go to work, come home, run the AC Three hikers died here last week, just trying to get some fresh air. Waiting for the fire to stop Waiting
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23/F/American
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
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