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Amarys

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

2 poems·Since May 2013
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On Fire

May 28, 2013
Florida is no vacation spot, It is hell and it is hot. My sole friend is the AC And it is not as friendly as it should be. My school should have been prepared for The humidity and heat after the rain pour Instead though, we sweat Water fountains broken, our mouths longing to be wet. The heat of everyone's breath is stinking Lingering around me, sinking. It adds to the air's moisture and my irritation. Why doesn't someone fix it in this school's administration? My brain is frying. Classwork? I'm trying. Unfortunately, I cannot concentrate now Why teachers don't understand it, they will never know how. This climate is no fun. This heat needs to be done. At this point, I have but one plea Sunshine state, can you breathe cool air down on me?
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