the
morning sun burnt away the haze
could
hear the sizzle on the tarmac
water
evaporated quickly
dust
devils danced in the streets
tumbleweeds
ran rapid
dehydration
no
sweat
no
tears
flesh
baked
feel
the blood boil
evaporating
skin
turned leather
died
well preserved
leaving
behind a shell
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