I was 4 PM, when the shades change brightness.
I was the warm breeze of tropical city people wish they live near the sea
Your iced coffee doesn't do much if you have it everyday.
I was the late afternoon when you can't wait to leave despite
that piercing feeling of knowing no home
The traffic is your brain, congested with false hopes and desires
to leave,
to leave,
and never arrive
15 dec 2022

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