Poem, Stink, Perfume, Begone
Against Companionship
February
sixteen years chasing the scent of nope
that unsettling slumber-parting facilitation
of we-are-leaving, blended in love
seven years breathing the nascent hope
of laboratory time the hell alone, get out
because if you won’t, I’ll spill some
see if I don’t
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...and a hat tip to Douglas Adams' Vogon bit
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