I wish I knewToday, I smell like sweat andcotton cloth, dryer sheet and rainy daysI wonder how you smell like, faraway cities, dust and long days? I don't know But I wish I did.Today, I'm tired and awake six AMin the morning hushand I don't know where you are fast asleep in your suburban night? (or bustling through the midday rush?) I don't know I wish I would.I wish you could- make my skin prickle and my breath hitch, being here with meSo it would be me, hearing that weird warm noise I think you makewhen you wake (I can't be sure)But there's
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