A poem describing the high density area I passed through a while ago.

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The smells that greet your buds

Make granite soft

Fresh, dry and rotten fish

Mangoes, potato peels transforming to soil

Scents for one endure

 

The sounds

Like an elephant step on a baby mushroom

Curses, babies, rap and genreless music

Bicycles cranks, religious and drunken choirs

Big Ben is smooth

 

Buy me a sight filter

To rid the faeces in my path

Breasts peeping and babies reaching for them

Babies with the slimmest nostrils

Cream houses, dusty and fake hair

Petticoats are not extinct?

 

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