It is duly noted--
in
my shriveled
book
of truth
Buried deep within
the hard ground
swells
the teeming
masses and
eyes--
shhhhhhhhy
away
it's
wet
and
won't burn
when
revealed.
I wouldn't bother with it.
the radio plays
whatever
for the boiling heat outside
while I can't even
glimpse the sun.
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