Heat wave

Despite the wave of heat under which this city suffers, I feel a shiver run up my spine. The air I breathe is heavy, nearly saturated with moisture, on which my arid lungs gorge. Water stolen from the breeze, it seeps from my skin greasy with unspoken urges, and drips from my brows with desperate silence.

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