Why need you take so much, when you are able to give more than you have?
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August reveals it every year…
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It’s all the sun, heat and sweat seeping out,
And some only waft inner shit-stirring smells,
Which ekes out their pores polluting up the air,
Tyrannically enforcing reeking stank on others.
And wafters enjoy a surrounding of sniffers too,
Whisking to a hot, moist, and rancid time of year,
A smoging cultish affair of the heaviest clouding.
It's why I try slow myself in the heat waves to walk stride my chillest pace,
Cause I'd prefer my sludge stayed swirling within, not out abusing others,
Unfortunately, a slow pace often means others stank lingers near my face.
I seek hope in this world, to offer my body actionable deed,
But I live with such fears, that I must always share my mind.
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