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The pores of my mind
smother in the stale sticky swelter
and the bones in my back
bend with the heat
Where are the breezes
promised by the thunder
groaning in the distance
with full heavy tits
blue-veined and raw
I want to suckle there
in the crook of the horizon
and feed on the dreams
leaking from the skin of the night
in jagged streaks of white-hot silver
Because it’s that light
winking from the pit of the sky
that pulls me into the eye of the storm
with thoughts of a cool clean tomorrow
~~~~~
Silver trophy winner
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