Heat rises from my body.
Moisture drips from my limbs.
It settles on the skin over my spine,
The area above my lips,
And between my breasts.
Utterly weary I trudge
From one place to another.
In my mind there in no relief
A super-heated fog envelops me
There is no escape from its vapor
I wither like a dried out plant
My form permanately drooped
There is nothing
But to continue
In hopes that the cool kiss
Of Autumn comes soon.
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