The sixth day, it will be a long one.
As the night was short due to misbehaving
of summer-related creatures.
Itching skin, blood-sucking devils,
fighting back but of course, they won.
Open wounds while shaving,
Scars as character murdering features.
Ninety-four days of overheating,
the worst season is to blame.
A solitary war against the shame,
prepared to take some serious beating.
How I adore the silence of the cold;
when laughter sounds so much more intense.
Embracing hot and buzzing summer nights
to me it makes absolutely no sense
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