the thurst, the swet, my humid arse,
this is the pain of sunny heat.
there is no snow, no coolant bath,
but climate change of devil's pit.
my head is full of dirty words.
i am so pregnant of this shit.
if I could only loudly curse,
i would, with air so full of spit.
thus, the rain would fall.
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