Wednesday, July 21, 2010

July

Heat sits. No where to blow, move, disperse.
Condensed. Trapped. Stale.
Sweat drips. Suck in the air.
It radiates from the concrete ground, stone buildings, overheated people, buses exhaust. No escape.
I want to cut through.
I want to unzip.
Step out, breathe.
Sweat drips.
Heat sits. No where to blow, move, disperse. Trapped.

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