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Summer Heat

Like a heavy air
You suffocate, inhaling
Is now my burden

Living with you is
Like trying to gaze into
The eyes of the fire

Scorching. Masochistic.
Futile. I refuse to cower.
But I cannot, won't

Heave this yoke any farther.
My wandering done
Heart spent, nothing left to lend

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