in this heat, i will burn. ablaze. higher. brighter. an unevitably, deeper.
i will wear you out. take you from the inside out. and hold you like a sleeve to a shiver.
i'm a constant. a moving pendulum. broken once and into a stream of vapour;
will consist of being driven by the powers of the everlasting thoughts of nature.
i am possessed by the spirit of yours to own, given into a manifestation of things to be,
but in this state of stigmata, i'm visited by the entities to which set me free.
the weather is killing me
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