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Apr 2020
I reek.
I reek of ****.
I reek of **** indeed.
I reek of things I cannot keep.
I reek of things I do not need.
I reek of a soul I do not feed.
I reek of what I wish to never see.

I reek of me.
I smell
Written by
Eli
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