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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required stars slowly diminish darkness completes still we feel the suffers of heat the fever suspends in the thick a velvet’s texture mix clinging to skin as if drowned dawn flexes, stretches and surrounds as the last of struggling stars obscound sunlight strikes without a sound grabbing and stabbing clusters loyal fray guarding reaches of dark the sun rises content and goes to work dawn's temper dares and flares leading mobs to the extreme a simple day can claim 120 degrees misery keeps no company here lust begins with fear and the hunt for shade any hue of obscurity a rare breed creatures scurry free stalking unseen gila monsters are a venoms lounge despite the screams to leave this forsaken oasis sits ringside to hazards door bright by right a rising star a blazing sunmade world rendering addicts galore jonesing for a breeze or more bent backs slave to the hustle and flo fiends circling to numb a mad core the hole dug deeper wind indeed She seldom has a show a quandry rolls in a circling wall of dust a curtain of rain she comes riding in on a Kicked up Beast of sand a lasso in hand wrangling hounds and the force of nature hitting the ground blow to blow these animals defend her round after round the elements are primed coming out in breakaway swing a punch and a weave dust of demons bend a knee this is the end of the line hell is just past the next sign devils play here long into limbo’s curfew escape by any means regrettable here the heat plays for keeps the dead man’s hand the sun aims again with both barrels the sound comes undone another round just for fun the sun reaches down closes the man's eyes and crosses his arms embrace the heat or R I P Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
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