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That smell
Breathe all in,
The smell of green.
Exhale out,
What is blissfully seen.
Detect freshness
Of the world around
flowers sway
In winds of no sound.
Close your eyes,
Grin with sweet smell
Take it in,
Devour contentment well.
Here it comes,
Cloud of severe odor
Twist your nose,
As the wind grows colder.
Hold your breath,
For the stench creeps
Up your nose,
Through you it seeps.
Falling down,
Throughout your veins.
Down it pours,
Foul odor remains.
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That smell
That smell
