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the sweating man checks his

watch, waiting for the

explosion to occur.  What was it that

made him so hot?  How did he end up this

way?  A woman at the swimming pool

tosses him in and the

waves start forming around his body, at the

place of impact.  Yellow roses against a black

back drop.  Your words written across a sky, at

a specific time.  Don’t look down, pretty one.