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Some of those smells
Offensive to many, I'm sure
But remembered by me
Indifferently

A combination
Of a cat spraying in the halls
And maybe the horsehair plaster
Exposed, revealing slats

A Marlboro billowing smoke
In that old country kitchen
The orange ashtray it sat in
Maybe made in a pottery class

Horsehair plaster again exposed
Where are they bringing
My toys?
Who are you and what do you want?
Where are we going?

That old musty camping blanket
It smelled like safety
And the silence in the night
Made me jump to the window

Moth balls creeping from the closet
Masked the fresh new carpet smell
And the moonlight danced
On the picture frames in my room

Maggots in the trash
Slippery, filthy floors
And half finished drafts
With cigarette butts

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