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Dec 2023
Smell
the most
precious
and last sense
to go

Its
lingering
fragrance
vanishing
slow

A
single
carnation
a bright
yellow rose

Through
deafness
and darkness
till death  
β€”wafting so

(The New Room: December, 2023)
Kurt Philip Behm
Written by
Kurt Philip Behm  kurtphilipbehm.com
(kurtphilipbehm.com)   
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