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Tearing through the duration of long trivialized summers

Heat from the sun beams onto my head as I wait for the light to turn green

Waiting for something to take me

Where I don't know, but someplace better

A magic carpet ride I await, my hopes keep me pinned to the seat in hell

In circles I spin orbitting around illusion that smells of faint but burnt hands