"what can you smell"
(4/4/25)
the swaying thurible, engrossed in smoke pungent copper erupts up close melding within the skin ripened maroon swirling, soured by time sharpness drawing tears and as waves wash over me, i feel it in my skin sea salt awakening old wounds aging skin into leather putrid breath and the aging wood war of attrition led by religion
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