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Mar 2020
And I don't know how it is possible
but I still smell like your sweat mixed in with mine

It clings onto my hair like plastic wrap
firm, but soft and colorless.

It has sunk into my skin
swallowed up by my pores
and now it is gently seeping out

A temporary alteration of my chemistry
Ironatmosphere
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Ironatmosphere
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     ---, Carlo C Gomez and Fawn
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