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Sunstroke

  • Writer: Jason Hall
    Jason Hall
  • Jul 12, 2021
  • 1 min read

Updated: Dec 6, 2021

The word is a lie conjuring as it does

A touch gentle to the head

Fingers run through hair perhaps

Affectionate a lover’s caress

Something tender at the very least


The truth is less lover more brother

Cruel with headlocks threats those

Forced self-punches Why do you keep

hurting yourself huh? Why indeed

Why didn’t I just wear a goddam hat


Well you don’t expect sunstroke

From a funeral do you? You think of

Overcast skies but it’s a bit like how

You’re surprised to be weeping by his grave

Why did he keep hurting himself? Why indeed

 
 
 

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