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God Day


My legs hurt, the noises stress me The wind touches my skin and freezes my hair For a couple seconds until the sun comes up And burns my light skin I can open my eyes and my mouth is dirty I need water but still taste the earth Still wet
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lchapin
"I can open my eyes and my mouth is dirty I need water but still taste the earth Still wet" Really good. Makes readers feel trapped I think? Makes us feel the rainy/humid nature you're in.

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