✨A Poem✨ Hazy skies, 🔥 blood red throats, 🔥 sore ears, 🔥 dry mouth, and 🔥 the scent of burnt… something. 🔥 The imagination goes wild 🔥 wondering what ailment 🔥 could come next. 🔥 Maybe none at all. 🔥 But the sky still hazy 🔥 and the sun 🔥 still shaded 🔥 are exactlyContinue reading “Still Hazy”
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