things I have been thinking about

Heaty Morning

There's no meaning,
there's no power,
just salty skin,
a running hard,
in a heaty morning,
where you are looking at me.
I feel dead.
I feel your hot breath.
Does that mean a win?
She couldn't do that,
but she did do this,
better than all of us.








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