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Sizzling heat
Walking back home from the prison I go to learn, I could feel my skin sizzling from the blazing sun, my insides gnawing it's way out.
I find little comfort in the sway of the tall grasses, and distant sound from the buzzling city.
I heard it the first time, but I thought it was a passing squirrel, it came again, this time, sounding like a cry for plea.
Rushing towards it, heart swelling...