smells

michael raven poems March 28, 2023 1 Minute

is there a point
to smelling something
no one else can smell?
boiled cabbage and
cardboard, best as
i can tell and then...
well, that's another
story to sell, one
nobody will buy

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Published March 28, 2023

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