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the temperature erratically rises
slowly, my fan spins
smoke fills my room
blown around by the wind
infiltrating through a window.
My bed becomes a golden desert,
as the sun lowers below the school
streaking the sky with pinks and reds.
My posters seem brighter
and my breath becomes languid
as summer seeps into my body
and lightens me whole.
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Ramone
a very refreshing poem, i like the desert imagery