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a concoction of mixed aromas, a once in a lifetime scent, impossible to bottle, impossible to name, nameless and shameless morning coffee, last nights vin rosé, a come-on tasting for the summer coming, the stale of the evening meals of grains and kale, the sour remains of bedroom sweat, the displeasing scented sight of sweat soiled clothes carelessly discarded the first of the season red stained white peonies fail to mask the bodies aromatic musks, which are gender identifiable my sneakers hail mary, her stockings odorize the atmosphere most unusually, nylon and lycra are strangely familiar, prior memorized perhaps, from deep within, deep amidst where, the ***** linens are shelved and binned, before they journey to the Egypt of the basement the burnt crumbs of illegal brioche toast hidden on unclean sheets, state “breakfast in bed, is yummy in the tummy, but next time use a big dinner plate, down here, the burnt of the bread and the burnt of other things is just a fragrance too far even the colorless and tasteless water absorb the ionosphere of smells, because one does usually speak poetically, make a vice presidential declaration: she smells, I manually stink, each, glower shower, nower, open the window to the spring wet grass, exhume and send away this odor now christened, nameless and shameless 11:47 28/4/19
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Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC
she smells (nameless and shameless)
a concoction of mixed aromas, a once in a lifetime scent, impossible to bottle, impossible to name, nameless and shameless morning coffee, last nights vin rosé, a come-on tasting for the summer coming, the stale of the evening meals of grains and kale, the sour remains of bedroom sweat, the displeasing scented sight of sweat soiled clothes carelessly discarded the first of the season red stained white peonies fail to mask the bodies aromatic musks, which are gender identifiable my sneakers hail mary, her stockings odorize the atmosphere most unusually, nylon and lycra are strangely familiar, prior memorized perhaps, from deep within, deep amidst where, the ***** linens are shelved and binned, before they journey to the Egypt of the basement the burnt crumbs of illegal brioche toast hidden on unclean sheets, state “breakfast in bed, is yummy in the tummy, but next time use a big dinner plate, down here, the burnt of the bread and the burnt of other things is just a fragrance too far even the colorless and tasteless water absorb the ionosphere of smells, because one does usually speak poetically, make a vice presidential declaration: she smells, I manually stink, each, glower shower, nower, open the window to the spring wet grass, exhume and send away this odor now christened, nameless and shameless 11:47 28/4/19
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Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC
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