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hot blows
the street
dessicates
like chicken
overlong
microwaved
oil
and jewelry
cheap
where someone
melted
on the street
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I like this a lot. We're having the same heat wave! Can't imagine what it's like in the city. (Did you post this before in a longer version or am I thinking of another poem?)
