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As the seasons change, drops of dust pour from the looming clouds of asbestos The transitional breeze from winter to spring holds that certain smell and weight to it; the ozone gets excited, too The scent of Tilex® intensified and transported by the warm spring air My stomach feels dizzy; The unfamiliar springtime song Overwhelms my ears and lungs As they suck in the metropolitan cigarette The cockroaches make friends With the discarded crumbs Pushed aside by the nuclear rumble Of busy feet The common cold is as common as the common man And the homeless men that roam the streets cannot complain For all of us are all same Our lowly apartments perceived as colorful cardboard boxes So, the skyscrapers mingle with the natural changes and the synthetic structures juxtapose the season junctures
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MVP-Most Valuable Poet
nice metaphors i like to connection btwn your terminology great job i'm a power poetry mentor-keep writing, i encourage you

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