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Week 6 Poetry

(Your) pheromones

passed my nostrils

and melted all but my skin.

 

Everything liquid

I’m in there somewhere,

swimming

sinking

diving

drowning.

 

And suddenly I am drained and my body is dry

and thirsty

and I am a fish flopping on a desert dune

and my body is so desolate

and thirsty.

and I wish I could have breathed in

for a just moment longer

or longer.

 

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