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that time of year

where feet cook on the ground

and hot tea doesnt sound

as appealing as it  did before

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when comfort becomes more than high thread counts

but really simply amounts

to repetition of an ideal

a face,

a position.

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sweet and sour time

becomes more and more of essence

and thought become irreverent

 and sun sings for a fumigation 

and he drank tap water and went for a jog

with no protection from a delta fog,

his muscles grew tired

and his eyes in a haze

made him consider a sprint out of hte maze

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broken blinds, darkness.

why must your absence cause pain?

i love you too much.

without you I feel nothing

thinking of your cute lil face

ignoring the world

imagining you hug me

if only it was

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