Damp from the affray
The mood that tortured
Appeared from somewhere
To blame incredible nature.
I recede exhausted,
Aloof yet astride,
Desisting the redicule,
Bowed from being stagnant.
The holy fervent element,
That grasped on to climax,
Beholding the torrid afternoon,
On this fiery storm climate.
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