at 35 degrees
girl! it is hot
and i am sweating
at 45 degrees
i am ready
on to bed
i am sleepless
i am a log rolling
trying to catch moss
i am a stone
silent and hardened
i look at the moon
and i ask for wisdom
what's love got to do with this?
i am hot and loveless
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