Humid

Summer in the Deep SouthSweat clings to your skinThe world is thick with humidityThe scent of Gardenias wafts in So sweet and heavy it makes you sickThe air feels like a blanketAnd you wonder if a sharp  knife would slice through itCrickets chirp and you wonder how they manage to breatheThere is no sleeping in thisContinue reading “Humid”

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