Fifty-one
Traffic lights stand in the center of the city
It's crowded everywhere
The radio reported the high temperature again
There is fire in both eyes
And you're close to three seven
A moment of cooling
Drink ice water from the wild desert
General excitement
Don't worry about another surge in air pressure
No more air conditioning
Paper towel you share with me
Sweat attracts
And your best drink with ice
Mixed beauty
Blue and green bubbles refuse to sink
Every time you walk around
I've got broadband in my head
Every hour
Keep exploring
Every time you walk around
The world is fresh like dew in the morning
It's the coldest and most transparent texture
Like the kiss of the mouth and the wind
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