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lately, I can’t escape
the smell of burnt matches
on my hands,
my skin, my clothes,
in the air itself
clogged sinuses
olfactory sensors muddled
by decongestants
nothing more
[not the realization
that my longing,
pining,
yearning
for something,
someone,
anyone,
has finally
burned itself
out]
the smell of burnt matches
on my hands,
my skin, my clothes,
in the air itself
clogged sinuses
olfactory sensors muddled
by decongestants
nothing more
[not the realization
that my longing,
pining,
yearning
for something,
someone,
anyone,
has finally
burned itself
out]
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