there's a recycle bin by corner
i deposited my water bottle
that's one less floating by sea
i look around me tall buildings
so close to sea; like straight cliffs
i wonder if that causes erosion
maybe it would cause a water lift
when wind comes; slam on sand
and waves take sand away..hmm
on street i could smell exhaust gas
from cars reeving, passing by me
that could be worst than smoking
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