Not an easy journey
It itches mercilessly,
not knowing what is wrong
shocked, purplexed with no answer
no need to tell, its a declaration of a crisis
Maybe a year, months, days, hours
It doesn't stop, why?
Heat absorbed by the body
The heart pumps faster
In accordance, does the body
Extreme heat generates itching.
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