Swing sets squeak
Tree branches creak
"It's time to go inside"
Puffy clouds turn grey
As they begin to spit out drops of rain
"It's time to go inside"
The wind begins to howl
But I stand my ground
"I don't want to go inside"
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Escaping Society
PoesíaA collection of poems about the fight against society and social norms
