The sun provides no shelter here.
It provides no heat.
It's warmth has shriveled up and died.
It looms in the sky like an empty shell deviod of purpose.
I feel the icy chill of the unclouded sky.
It lingers up my bare back and into my neck.
It pokes at my brain with its pointy fingers and makes me exhale.
I exhale and feel the warmth of my spirit leave my
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