it's still too hot in this house
and you're still in the same state as yesterday.
a sure sign of summer,
it's warm waves and whispers of wind
make their way through the cracks in the windows
and the doors.
the creaks in the floor.
barely a fog that covers your skin
and still, you sit
in this heat and you wait.
and you wait.
but nothing ever comes
and it makes you smile.
your demise always makes you
smile.
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