nerve agents left
on a door handle for...

Option 1
~Snoring...

now it savours
wetness, like dew...

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you...

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Blowing...

hear those birds singing
in the ripening treetops...

within the rain, I heard your name
inhaled your earth scent, as it came...

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Cigarette (gravity defying) ash grrrrrew...

Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen...

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each...

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Trouble was in the fusty air...