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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


when comfort becomes more than high thread counts

but really simply amounts

to repetition of an ideal

a face,

a position.


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


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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