never noticed
that the air
is pure poison

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hanging in the sky
like a ripe peach
the size of a watermellon

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My power animal beckons,
but I prefer safety
and fail to answer.

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No man is an island.
But then again,
no man is a potato chip either.

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Trying to outrun the heat.
It catches up with us
when we slow down.

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From afar,
it looks like any other town.
Beware, he who enters.

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uphill -- downhill
back where we started
It's the way that counts.

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empty, hostile faces
hiding absolutely nothing
alive but not moving

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Sleeping in a town
that doesn't exist,
I listen to the music.

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Pain in the toe
driving me mad.
And it's not even my toe.

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