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wendz
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the air's dense with water droplets, | 1 |
pavement still radiating heat from the day before. | 2 |
the sidewalk melts the bottom of my rubber flip flops, | 3 |
nape hairs slick against my neck. | 4 |
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we stand, his arm slung across my shoulders | 5 |
casually, like a wilted stick of new year's pepperoni | 6 |
or a half hearted trudge to the deli. | 7 |
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it's listless, | 8 |
thunder chasing the underbelly of heavy clouds, | 9 |
frowning and threatening to batter roofs, the city buildings. | 10 |
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somewhere in the distance, | 11 |
lightning punches the tops of 'scrapers, | 12 |
skids over water and flickers out into obscurity. | 13 |
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through branches, | 14 |
magnesium burns in the shape of gerbera flowers, | 15 |
explode into the sky, rains down, torrents and torrents of | 16 |
colours, lights, the smell of gunpowder heavy in the night. | 17 |
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some sky god decides that enough's enough, | 18 |
prods at the giant mass covering the moon: | 19 |
splatters of relief hail down, fogging my glasses, | 20 |
caught in his eyelashes and it would have been perfect | 21 |
if we'd stood there and gotten drenched in the downpour. | 22 |
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