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Treading Quicksand
The heat becoming my enemy.
Taking a toll on me.
Harsh conditions.
Still healing from Inflictions.
Pushing through this heatwave.
When a ease of mind is what I crave.
No sign of a way back.
Winds quickly removing my track.
If I am to meet my demise here.
Just know that I went without fear.
The days are warm and the...