Five Liner- Summer In The South
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Summer has swooped down in violent fury
The razor blades of heat cut through the skin
I turn and toss in bed like a fish on an angler's hook
After the tryst when I wake, my top sheet is twisted like a rope
And the bottom sheet resembles a plate of scrambled eggs
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