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Jul 2021
Summer heat, touch of the Daystar on skin
your mind sweats and toils
caged within your carapace.

The relief would be rain, rain on skin
rain on your head cooling your mind
it will come in its own time

and no amount of dancing
seemingly
will hurry it along.
Written by
nivek
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