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It was 2 p.m. and it was raining Slipped between my lips is a cigarette I bought for five pesos And as I drag the hit burning the tobacco inside the white, rolled paper of slow death The mist produced by a collision of raindrops and hard surfaces reach parts of my body Cold, goosebumps prepare me for a slight shiver It seems odd Odd enough that I take another batch of poison gas Throwing myself more into a void or a sanctuary or a jail cell for the ****** Looking up, the clouds were a mix of blurry vision and felt like a dark premonition Something's about to happen It wouldn't rain so hard if it didn't Back then Back then I remembered an incident where I journeyed towards home I kept waiting for my mother or maybe it was a guardian of old Move me back to my sheltered existence No one was there this time My heart, pulsating both in frustration and fear kept me from collecting myself; same with the raging pouring of the rain, shattering liquid into tiny droplets Courage seemed to avoid me until that moment Moments putting us into a corner And all we could do is to cross the line between restless indecision and frantic action I guess it wasn't enough Releasing the final moments of carbon monoxide I slip back into the place where my body is fixed upon People playing chess, a woman walking in defeat, men hurrying and scuttling their things protecting them of the indignation I walk back inside and I sit as do everybody else in the room Divided by a green piece of wood Encapsulated in their own little bits of happiness Sometimes, colliding with others Mostly, alone Clicking insanely as we always do
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
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It was 2 p.m. and it was raining Slipped between my lips is a cigarette I bought for five pesos And as I drag the hit burning the tobacco inside the white, rolled paper of slow death The mist produced by a collision of raindrops and hard surfaces reach parts of my body Cold, goosebumps prepare me for a slight shiver It seems odd Odd enough that I take another batch of poison gas Throwing myself more into a void or a sanctuary or a jail cell for the ****** Looking up, the clouds were a mix of blurry vision and felt like a dark premonition Something's about to happen It wouldn't rain so hard if it didn't Back then Back then I remembered an incident where I journeyed towards home I kept waiting for my mother or maybe it was a guardian of old Move me back to my sheltered existence No one was there this time My heart, pulsating both in frustration and fear kept me from collecting myself; same with the raging pouring of the rain, shattering liquid into tiny droplets Courage seemed to avoid me until that moment Moments putting us into a corner And all we could do is to cross the line between restless indecision and frantic action I guess it wasn't enough Releasing the final moments of carbon monoxide I slip back into the place where my body is fixed upon People playing chess, a woman walking in defeat, men hurrying and scuttling their things protecting them of the indignation I walk back inside and I sit as do everybody else in the room Divided by a green piece of wood Encapsulated in their own little bits of happiness Sometimes, colliding with others Mostly, alone Clicking insanely as we always do
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
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