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May 2018
Sticky scent arouses my head
Through my spine and down my neck
In my chest is where it goes next
This stickiness is now everywhere

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A poem based on my horrific incident as a young child with a jar of honey.
Charlie Gnarly
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Charlie Gnarly
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