Not a chance you have to experience the whole enchilada, good read just a little depressing.
Brought me to a place, a road I've been before, well written, impacts the reader keep it up.
Sidewalk hot, you could fry an egg. Arizona summer heat, Phoenix roast factory. sweat pouring off my brow like Noah's flood. Sky, light...
I liked what you put down here, reminds me of one of my poems, good work
This paints meths picture very clearly well done.
Thanks, like the image, from earth we come to earth we go, sweet. All thats left is water.
On the streets. The alleyways. Fragile worlds surrounding. Paper bags, plastic, throw away items. Almost like the people they reflect. I hear...
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