Night Poem
Bryan, Age 13, Phoenix, AZ
                     
An eerie groan makes me shiver.
The taste of polluted fog disgusts me.
Wind blows toward my face making the air cool.
A pitch black screen sits in front of my eyes.
Smoke finds its way up my nose for a burning sensation.
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