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May 2018
Summer heat falls without prudence
Ornery and hot like the tip of a newly welded blade
Hilting into skin deep and unforgiving

There is hope in the day’s momentary flurry, when
The air carries wind like a light jacket

But even then
β€˜Tis only for
A spell

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c
Making sense of a gust of wind.
c
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c  26/F/Chicago
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