Sauntering through a smoggy sea
scrubby sand sticks to my sweaty skin
in salt.
A raving blast of sultry wind
suffocates my dusty face
and stuffs my soaking eyes
with soil.
And I snort.
My dry tongue strangels
in a rubby mouth
and I swallow
the crumbled bits
of a cracked palate.
So I collapse.
My nose is glued
with the smelling stench
of a foul-faced earth.
I see.
What do you think of this?


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