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Sep 2013
frost to the eye,
florescent light
on cement

cold to the touch
even when the weather's
mercilessly hot, nights
as thick as mesh steel screens
(humidity)

that water we never see
or hear running
but walk to to drink from, still
feeling thirsty
Written by
Garrett Hull
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