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Jan 2020
The heat torches the house
making it practice for hell,
though hell might be frigid.
Nothing helps douse the flames.
Fans only slap with hot air,
sticking your head in the fridge
can't last forever.

Even the night doesn't bring cool,
just taunts with searing darkness,
the illusion of sanctuary.
Daniel Magner 2020
Daniel Magner
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Daniel Magner
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