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Jul 2019
It was hot.
Very hot and sudden.  
My skin on fire
Sweat covering me
I am not mad.  
I am not sick
Just another heat flash
To make sleeping harder on me
A hundred degrees on only my skin.
It almost makes hell sound sweet by what is happening to me.
The Vault
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The Vault  20/Not Kansis
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   Bogdan Dragos
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