The Sun.

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Heat soaked fantasies burning in my retinas.

Wildfires of emotional outbursts blistering my skin.

Flame filled arguments making me sick.

A child's melting ice-cream reminding me we are temporary.

The lazy hazy hatred of a vague daydream - a dazzlingly dizzy afternoon just like this,

Where drinks were drank and I was drunk,

The frozen cubes slowly dissipating along with my coherence,

The mirage on the roads, my distant memories.

The sun beats down on me - a nostalgic warning

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