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Hot, hot, hot!
Smells anything but fresh.
It hits you in the face,
This stench of melting flesh.
Sweat dripping,
Pouring down my face
Down my arms, knees, legs,
Pores open in every place.
Focused on my breathing,
I inhaled, exhaled,
Forgetting the moment, forgetting you
Forgetting how I have failed.
Pushing my self to reach up and out
In ways I never thought I could
Tremendous stretching feeling here
And if I knew better, I would.
Tendons relax and contract
As I release your venom from my soul
Purifying the holiest of holies,
Discovering the pieces that make me whole.
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