a large man just made me cry. like some god packed him with
words and then set him on the grass, said “don’t you ever run out.” and maybe I
shouldn't put so much effort into sweating because then the words that are packed in my own body
melt off my skin - evaporate and find
their way to the clouds and the problem is it’s been a dry summer so I may not
ever see them again.
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