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Execrable fragrance put me out of the state of dreams & locate me back to reality. An odor diffuses out of the wardrobe that is in front of me. So I slowly uncover myself & walk to the wardrobe with resistance. My hands dig so long, until they reach flinty familiar material, but now without skin. Oh here they are, forgotten but not forgiven; never. What comes around, goes around.
