Florida's endless summer, until the end
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    Heat and humidity is in no way
    A preservative. It melts and boils,
    Fries and burns. It sweats out your
    Virility and drains your smile, drawing
    It into a tired drawl of a smirk.

    It pulls your skin into wrinkles,
    Dragging down your energy with
    It. The sun, bearing down until
    You have to squint to see. Making
    Spots on the insides of your eyelids.

    The trees lining the long, flat
    Highways bend with exhaustion.
    Bowing down to the green grass
    That surrounds them, soaking up
    The heat and moisture. Alive.

    The more you drive it, the heavier
    Your eyes, the greater the weight of
    The endless summer. The faster those
    Who speed past, the slower you go,
    Inching ever so slowly toward the end.

    This was an escape route. A way to enjoy
    The end. But it’s just an expedient that
    Revels in slowing you down.

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