The days

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The day that the world
Smelled of rain

Was the day
I no longer knew

Who I was

I longed to once again
Know of my being
And of my soul

But to be
it was not

the day the air smelled of grass
And tasted of wine

Was the day
I lost someone

Whom I had thought
Would never leave my side
For the world

The day the water smelled of earth
And tasted of sulfur

Was the day
I truly lost

Myself

To that water

As I refused to get out

And to surface

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