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Heat

It burns me almost turning cold,
tears my skin while keeping them alive.
With a sorrow blemishes the wind rejoices
for there still exists evaporation,
and so the more heat, the sooner precipitation.

melody

@melody

there is something I have to do | i am the bridge across forever.

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