this heat whips our limbs
it flicks up sweat
to the mist looming
above
we find salvation
in plush crevices
carelessly seeping into dents
our beige woodgrain so pliable
we all but evaporate.
-sc
this heat whips our limbs
it flicks up sweat
to the mist looming
above
we find salvation
in plush crevices
carelessly seeping into dents
our beige woodgrain so pliable
we all but evaporate.
-sc
sheila sea 
Very good keep up the great writing
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I love your work
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“We all but evaporate.” this piece brings multiple ideas and thoughts to mind. Thanks for the inspiration. Don’t know how you continue to come up with these great ones!
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haha thank you!
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