She's left me to the unyielding summer,
evaporating into a stranger's past.
I'm huddled in a corner with this molten hot swelter,
swaddled in layers and chilled to the bone.
Thinking and sweating and shivering sickly,
I wish I could quiet my thoughts to a roar.
She's left me to the unyielding summer,
to wander and wonder and simmer and fade.
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