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Dampness, from last night’s
Reluctant rain;
The smell of neglect
between the folds,
unwittingly collected
over several months
of solitude and lethargy:
Trying to fit-in among
The flowery fragrance
and pleasant warmth
of freshly bathed skin.

Can these remnants
of unacknowledged distress
Freeze the bubbling soul
and stop
the radiant heat
from seeping through?


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