The swaying tree cover and hide a small shack-like building.
The wind runs through my hair and what feels like my body, as a pain pulsed in my jaw.
the wind howled in my ears as students could be heard yelling in the distance, through the only thing near are the voices in my head and the sweater clutched close to my body.
There is a faint smell of cigarettes and yet, a faint smell of chocolate at the same time,
I can taste as my trail mix and my own blood mix in my mouth for the ultimate blend.
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My poems
PoesíaThese are my poems, sometimes I might put up my friends, but I will ask them and give them credit every time!
