This summer heat Is thick as fog And suffocates me Like I'm wading Through the depth of an ocean -Kel Dayheart
Dry Heat
Like cream silk sheets Sand dunes liter the desert As wrinkles crinkle the sheets Imitating waves -Kel Dayheart
Dog Days
A heavy heat Hangs in the air It consumes Everything in its path As easily as A roaring fire -Kel Dayheart
Piping Hot
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