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I am afraid of latching onto you,
holding you close with chains
that build a dog collar and tighten
a noose around your neck—
slowly asphyxiating, the two of us
collide; hearts embracing with
stories of old and trials of current—minds
melding with each shared look.thought.touch.
souls journeying to find each other,
ephemeral roads, vanishing before our
innocent eyes—only to reappear
the moment we  p a s s—our eyes too blind
to see time closing in on us.
the stench of sewage did not escape our pores,
yet an odor emanated from our skin—
every pore burst wide, slithering through the air,
coalescing  with the sweet perfume of blushing emotions—
death…the stench was death…