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all my past       imposes on my breath today i enter a grand mosaic public building         and on goes my medical face mask i join the back of the queue with my documents in one hand             and my numbered butcher ticket                           in the other i admire the mosaics                a jarring tide of art against the bureaucratic purpose                      of these rooms gauzed in with own product exhaust        all my past  is attending     exhumed   patted  into my breath     baiting remembrance with unsubtle notes for example :    integrated spittings of 'drum' tobacco (i quit a decade ago) horning catches of cologne every boy used as a teen seasonal scents  unweaned from deep in my system (some reigned in from the different countries                                                     i lived in or visited) then i am frisked back to infancy   with breast milk and rusks it's all there    a basking flippancy all there in musk about my face   one fragrance after another it's an honest relief      to host an alternative to my 'old man' breath            but odd and concerning something of the brain ?
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Apr 6, 2024
Apr 6, 2024 at 1:40 PM UTC
aerosol
all my past       imposes on my breath today i enter a grand mosaic public building         and on goes my medical face mask i join the back of the queue with my documents in one hand             and my numbered butcher ticket                           in the other i admire the mosaics                a jarring tide of art against the bureaucratic purpose                      of these rooms gauzed in with own product exhaust        all my past  is attending     exhumed   patted  into my breath     baiting remembrance with unsubtle notes for example :    integrated spittings of 'drum' tobacco (i quit a decade ago) horning catches of cologne every boy used as a teen seasonal scents  unweaned from deep in my system (some reigned in from the different countries                                                     i lived in or visited) then i am frisked back to infancy   with breast milk and rusks it's all there    a basking flippancy all there in musk about my face   one fragrance after another it's an honest relief      to host an alternative to my 'old man' breath            but odd and concerning something of the brain ?
neth-jones
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Apr 6, 2024
Apr 6, 2024 at 1:40 PM UTC
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