
Bodies blistering
in the summer heat,
wandering through
the eyes of the world
watching us.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs

Bodies blistering
in the summer heat,
wandering through
the eyes of the world
watching us.
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-Alina