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The hovering of an invisible fly
In a room where you’ve never been
Its buzzing, insistent and pointless
The insatiable hunger for blood
The overwhelming heat
Of the oven of Summer
The rot of the world
In perfect stasis
The futility
Of nothing
Circling
Round in time
Through the tattered screen of
An empty Alabama
Afternoon
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