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A Whiff

Lid off

Finger

Dipped

 

‘Come here

Smell’

 

Nostrils

Vacuumed

Instructed

Eyes

To close

 

Hit 

Throats

A groan

 

Swallowing

Missed

Brains

Skipping

Around

Bypassed 

Hearts

 

Hit

Hips

Dividing

One closed

One apart

 

‘Is that

What I

Think it is?'

 

'I’ll dab some

Behind

Your ear

Before

I replace

The lid

And depart' 

 

 

 

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