The cold winds dried the droplets on the skin,
Left over by the fierce sun, just now down;
The hot waves that baked the blood steam underneath
Left their fire in store for the blood to suck and rush
Up all over the terminals of men and women
The time they set to go to bed in pair at dark.
He and she were in heat. Heat healed the heat.
Hot countries, hence, profusely overpopulate.
07.12.2002
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