Three days of 100 degree heat and I’m just about burned out,
the ice melting in my lemonade before I can sip it, though what I thirst for is
not a cool drink and wish for a better reason to sweat than simply walking out
into sunlight, this need still with me, so is the face I see when I shut my
eyes, even not having seen her in the flesh for so long. I almost forget what
she looked like, and confuse what I recall with what really was, and have
replaced that face with one that inspires the heat I feel in my dreams, paarched
for it, searching the bleak horizon of my reality for the oasis IO crave, a sip
would do much to satisfy this need, even in the midst of this heat.
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