Saturday, August 20
The Dead Of August
The sun sets outside the window.
Sad but happy because you just realized that the heat is bothering you.
No matter what anyone says, sweat on your cheeks is never worth the look of a healthy glow. never.
Guilt creeps in.
You've barely had a summer, you should be begging the sun to stay.
But in this exact moment.
Releif from the mind-numbing wave of heat exhaustion is all you care about.
Summer, see what you've done.
Your absence has turned me into a pansy.
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