Summary
Today it came back with a different turn, Breathing its evil odour, its reek of decay, As I sat here in my ruins, and smelt myself, And settled into it, as into a mattress Sinking down with a sigh at the end of a long day, Bits of me splayed this way and that, held tight By the rigid arrangements all...
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The Smell
I hate the smell of myself as I grow old.
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