Writing down the hot asphalt – a poetry card

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Writing down the hot asphalt

memories nipping at my bones

it wasn’t my fault

just noise in my headphones

I’m heading out

going going gone

looking for hot days

hot weather

heat and drought

night and day

where I’ll end up

is just another day

taking me away

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