What is that?A smell, not just bad it’s stickyCollecting on the bottoms of my shoesStalking my stepsSeeping into my fiber Its dank syrup stains my sleepLeaving me restlessTossing, turnt into this stink bereftWithout even the refuse of dreams As sharp as bone shardsRelentless as a headacheBurrowing into my temples’ sweet meatHas anyone has noticed the

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