I Just Have This Sort Of Uninspiredness in Me
Dull afternoons
Blinding heat
Below the reluctant moon,
Smokey streets.
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Humdrum skies,
Imitation breeze,
Weary eyes,
A dusty sneeze.
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Orange light in closed eyes,
Cold when outside burns,
I hope the languid street,
Into cool water spurns.
- Sarah
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