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the way nights in the south used to be air filled with simmering body sweat sticking to everything that touches skin the answer burns somewhere within reaching for reference without memory back to a time before electricity this is the way it used to be the way nights in the south used to be stepping into the cooler water getting used to the mildew in the air making sure we drink a lot of clear water trying to remember how much we care and caffiene tells the brain that the body is dehydrating and it will not let the body slow down and cool down yet so many do not care about this fact they are addicted, just like smokers every drug addict wears the same frown when their drug's not around and the candles burn to add more heat to the air and the long pants and sleeves are sensless to wear maybe it's discomfort with body or nudity or sensuality can a drink really set you free? still it is a choice to be hotter than one needs to be stepping into the cooler water getting used to the misty morning air making sure we drink a lot of clear water trying to remember how much we care another night in the dark without power in the sultry southern heat and humidity it gets too hot to sleep sometimes and there is no comfortable place to be so I take refuge here in rhymes with no phone, no light, no radio or TV this is the way it used to be the way nights in the south used to be
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |