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Jul 1
The coy moon left us fumbling
wandering in the sleepless warmth
transformed by night sweats
and wet despair
into fractious infants crying
for relief from the night fires.

Douse me now!
City heat ain't fun.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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