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May 2017
One breath; I am awake.
The tar serpentโ€™s smell fills me,
Like a balloon -
Swelling and sweating.
Regretting past June; her odour
Forgetting my fragrance; my importance.
I hate its scent.
Written by
esridersi  21/M/USA
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