The heat and the dust / Increase my desolation

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I couldn't sleep at all last night. Oh, I tried; I even went to bed early. But I tossed and turned endlessly on top of the sweat-soaked sheets, until it finally cooled off enough that I could pull the light blanket over myself, scratchy against skin rubbed raw by the heat.

Puffy and swollen
My eyelids are like crickets,
chirping in the dark