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That smell

She stands
Before me

And complains
Blindly...

That smell,
That terrible
Smell.

But does she
Know
Of the benefits...

The calmness,
The need
For nonviolence...

The inner Zen
& Tranquility...

I'd like
To tell her,

But it's
Not
My place.

So I
Keep quiet

And deny
Everything.


By Midnight Sunne 🌙🌞


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