Poetry
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Sometimes
I'm no poet. Tear it apart, please!Sometimes we still breathe in chalky rubberAnd feel the setting sun on our skin,The sea of asphalt burning our feetSometimes we still hear rubber ...
I'm no poet. Tear it apart, please!Sometimes we still breathe in chalky rubberAnd feel the setting sun on our skin,The sea of asphalt burning our feetSometimes we still hear rubber ...