I smell thee;

everywhere around me.

I glance you there;

and feel no fear;

drops no tear;

alas! bear

the pain that associates

with repression of flood it creates.

Sparkles in my eyes; below the eyes that bloat.

Anticipation erupts from the exodus of thoughts.

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