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May 2020
it clings
like a woman's perfume.

a faint scent
that lurks
the steepest alleys.

a puff of smoke
across every corner
of a lonely room.

a pollen carried
by chattering birds
that grew a garden.

how mysterious
words are.

a bomb without the pin.
a knife ready to ****.
megem
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