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Anya
Poems
Sep 2018
Game
The acrid, rather salty aroma surrounds
me, cloud of it invading my nostrils and tongue as the salty
liquid drips past my parched, cracked, lightly parted
lips as my throat is made hoarse by screaming
with all my might as we score the winning
Goal
#goal
#win
#game
#sweat
#stench
#scent
#imagery
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