We sweat in the streets
Bake in the shadows
The hottest month ever
So they say online
We all know it’s wrong
In the eyes, looking up
In the mind, looking out
We know how dire it is
Yet we sit inside
In artificial winter
And pretend that things
Can keep going like this
Until next summer
August 21, 2019
From “Until Next Summer” by Anonymous
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