You see it Everyday no matter what.
It smells gross like salt, dirt and dirty boys.
You can’t taste it because it’s way too big and your mouth is to small.
It smells gross like salt, dirt and dirty boys.
You can’t taste it because it’s way too big and your mouth is to small.
You hear talking, screaming, and running.
You feel it under your feet when you walk in and out!
I have no idea what your poem is about, but I like it though.
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