Waiting For A Heatless Sun Poem by Not Long Left

Waiting For A Heatless Sun



Playing skinless drums
Firing blank guns
Twidling severed thumbs
Formulating numberless sums
Waiting for a heatless sun
In a world devoid of hope or fun.

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