its hot. tuesday’s wednesday, it’s thursday-time to leave…come back again. the winds monsoon. the dry night.  its dark as sunrise as moonrise, the limbs leap and gallop, And forgotten on the streets. the oil slick slides into a gutter

tell me, will this (please) never end?

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