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Mar 2020
4
Heatwaves oscillate
On and off-on and off
Pressing-pressure,
Then the pull.
The pull, the heat pulls me in
Then it presses me, it presses against me.
it pulls me in.
Force
Back and forth.
Then there is the breeze
And for a moment, but just a moment.
The heat is gone.
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