It craves my skin and burns apart
It tickles ashes through my heart
Never too quite to abide
Yet not so loud as to subside

Througout the cracks it leaves a trail
A geometry that will not fail
To rumble voices in my head
Always at night when warm in bed

And there's no doctor that could tell
What's the deep well in which i fell
So all I do is hold on tight
For all I have is a moschito bite


  1. this pretty much sums up how i feel about summers in Georgia!

  2. This is a very beautiful and interesting article
    The most educating one i have read today!

    GED Online

  3. lol Very funny indeed


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