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Dead squid heads litter your floor,
your penchant for calamari has never been
so obscene, your macabre love has never been
so flavorful and I am roasting in the fumes
of your love, hiding from the fact that I mean more
to my family than they do to me, and the guilt
weighs me down, as the stench,
wraps around you like silk filigree and cheap
Family Dollar perfume.
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Cheap Perfume and Lingering Nausea.

I used to work with this girl, wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack, or the store. Was like some of the ancients, not to fond of the shower, but loved to douse herself in this crap that smelled awful, she said it was expensive crap but it just smelled like crappy, cheap knock off perfume that isn't really real. i don't know about the squid heads honestly, it was a driving in crappy weather thing i suppose.

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I almost think the word Little belongs in front of the dead squid heads, but that could just be the pain meds talking.

I also love the coffee imagery in the fourth line... Mmmm. I don't like coffee, but I sure do like the idea of it.

--
how many times
must I tell you
whatever blossoms
is rooted in the dark.


-Ed Ochester, The Muse, Unreconstructed.
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I love the smell of the beans, and I love the idea of it, and looks of it but it tastes godawful.

--
.I can't untangle what I feel and what would matter most.

And I'm not proud that nothing will seem easy about me.

Now there's just no point in reaching out for you..

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