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The sun boils over me Hot flesh never smells sweet There's still a God He stares at me in streets Burning my feet under asphalt I don't know his name But I'm sure he could take the swell of our star And lick salty sweat Your heat creates blisters in my skin I'm feverish now; The steam only rises higher The sun never ceases creating craters in my layers
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
The gruesome sun
The sun boils over me Hot flesh never smells sweet There's still a God He stares at me in streets Burning my feet under asphalt I don't know his name But I'm sure he could take the swell of our star And lick salty sweat Your heat creates blisters in my skin I'm feverish now; The steam only rises higher The sun never ceases creating craters in my layers
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
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