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Alone
In a dark room where the only things
I hear are the screeches of crickets and the banging of my own heart.
July is still a mystery
and August came like a mirage.
The levanter kind.
I...
I hear are the screeches of crickets and the banging of my own heart.
July is still a mystery
and August came like a mirage.
The levanter kind.
I...
