...is the bathwater after the hot has expired.
it's the sticky heat of a summer day with no breeze.
the parched mouth of the desert, with the black baldheaded birds staring down at you.
the violin without any strings.
seeing the fountain and choosing to stay with a dirt tongue.
it's allowing a dethroned prince to rule over you, yet sitting on a throne.
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