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Industrial Arts

artist, author and designer for the stage…

Running Hot

running hot
with fevered brow
sweat drips from my eyes
to my lips
and you happen to step in
through that door
that leads to outside
with the hot wind and sun
tan skin and hair pulled back
in a pony tail of fun
caught me with my jaw dropped
and all you do is smile
for we both know
in this miserable situation
that dirty thoughts
are our only salvation

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