In MiamiA Poem by Inda
The cement is imported,
the palm trees too. The "sunshine" gives you cancer and the cuban coffee is strong. Here the ocean is green, not blue. Alcohol is cheap; cheaper than a kiss. There's poverty on the streets and it rains, but that's a secret we keep. © 2016 Inda |
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Added on February 17, 2016 Last Updated on February 17, 2016 |

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