In the heat
The sweat of my defeat
Armored my solitude
I gulped the vacuum
For a refreshing chill inside
But it slid down like a jell
Without leaving a trace anywhere
Darkness deceived but then
A chill of grace spade over
And my heart spins again upon
Seeing a hail shooting down
Hitting hard on my nihility
Pruning it in to nothing
Giving space for a smile to sprout…
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