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Cranial Meltdown

monday morning
and its hot as fuck
trying to find the words
that are somewhere stuck

It's the humidity
Not the heat
That boils my brain
On the city streets

Inspiration found
Rising in waves
Of hallucinations
In a yellow haze

Saturated colors
With a tint of gold
Thoughts evade me
But it beats the cold.
Written by drunkenplaywords
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