The humidity raises like demons out of hell.
Packed humans on display, sweat sticks on my skin;
sections of this multicellular organism feels betrayed.
Here to be distracted from the daily hurts.
Angry clouds show up, cows run to the barn for cover...
Sun is covered by one hand and legs wobble next to the pavement.
Speed walk to the iconic sweets shop; I'm going to get some toffee.
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PoesíaSueño con un paraíso colorido, que el himno nacional sea un latido. The flag will not know bloodshed. Bad people will see what's truly up ahead. Yo quiero que el humano sea humano y que sus acciones no sean en vano. I want people to be treated e...
