Life Poem.I am from cold drafts carressing my cheek and a mess of dirtied clothes I am from loud music flowing through speakers and the sounds of a child singing I am from cat scratches at the door I am from homeLife Poem.
I am from cigerette smoke dancing in the air and diseased lungs of ash I am from screams that leak through paper thin walls and doors slamming loudly I am from the rug that has been swept under I am from secrecy
I am from cars rushing through the morning and a thick fog with mist and rain I am from church bells versus siren sounds and childr
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Q: ¿Dónde está el baño?
A: ¡EN TUS PANTALONES!
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