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Weather like melted ice cream
Weather like silence in the night
       A hand reaching behing
Weather like molasses
Weather like a fan
       Breath on his neck
Weather like the lights on during a film
Weather like gum under a desk
       Footsteps getting louder
Weather like dirty clothes
Weather like mushy pasta
       A penetrating light
Weather like over-used swears
Weather like fidgeting
       A face at the window
Weather like unpaved streets
Weather, like will you go away?

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