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UNDER YOUR NOSE

SUCH A PUTRID SMELL

I GO LEFT, I GO RIGHT

STILL THE SCENT FOLLOWS ME

ALL THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT

MY STOMACH CHURNS

AS MY NOSTRILS FLAIR

I PEER THROUGH WATERY EYES

BUT NOTHING IS THERE

OH WHAT COULD IT BE

I FALL DOWN IN DEFEAT

AND TO MY DISBELIEF

I REALIZE IT IS MY FEET

©Written by: Serena Ellison


 

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