The sun is burning the sweat on your back.
It's too bright outside,
you can barely see.
Colours and noise everywhere,
scratching on your skin.
You've got scars all over you.
Every step feels hot,
the street is burning your feet.
Even the shade is melting away.
The pace here is faster than you ever will be.
You'll never run fast enough.
You'll be gobbled away.
Hurt.
Ripped in pieces.
Burned.
A huge fire
burning your soul
in thousand colours
in bustling fuss.
Heat.
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