Summer heat

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SUMMER HEAT

My lips are cracked
Letting words slither out easily
Searching for what I lack
Besides sanity, obviously

I just need a drip
Only one drop
I'd kill for a sip
Please make it stop

It must be the heat talking
Because I can only think of one thing
The thought keeps me walking
In hope of what tomorrow may bring

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