Santa Anas (2:00 PM)

I am your wildfire.

Your burning Santa Anas.

With heat that makes men come undone

Strong enough to melt the sun.

(His surface drips like wax.)

Uncontrollable at best.

Spontaneous Combustion.

Ashes on my breath.

Keep your distance, love,

or be burned to your death.

(Love is a fairy tale made up in your head.)

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