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The city drones as dying gears grind against their neighbors
and the sky smells rich with angel sweat
after July's long feast upon you and I, an unset table
an upset mind reeling from the chasing heat
trying to touch heaven from scalding asphalt.
and the sky smells rich with angel sweat
after July's long feast upon you and I, an unset table
an upset mind reeling from the chasing heat
trying to touch heaven from scalding asphalt.
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