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the sun is beating down on my chest.

Better than fists.

it’s burning my face

Better than shame

Cowing me into a corner, I can hardly move

Suffocation from heat, it’s all the same.

Roaring up there a million miles away, were you always this angry? Are we destined to feel your scorn and be thankful for your life.

Like a mad father who provides all. Angry and bitter forever at the subservience he has drafted himself into.

Am I grateful? thankful? I thank you Life Giver!

Without you there would be no melting, no water cycle, cycling why’s like the way you rise.

The sun is beating down on my chest.

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