Thinking about you
Worrying that you might one day finally suffocate me
With your cruel aftertaste, oh words
You completely defy the mirror's attempts to intervene
And defy the reader's flaying arms
My nose does not smell you, words
Even when you are there, and are burning like incense
So I breathe you in and out, through my ears
As if each of you were a song, a serenade
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