7. It spreads

It spreads

It spreads

It spreads

It spreads a smell

That nobody smells

But like mustard

It’s up my nose

It nauseates me

 

No I am wrong

It’s not the smell of it

It’s the one they spread on it

It’s their smell

That they spread over and over on it

It doesn’t smell anything at all

Before they spread their sickening smell on it

 

The good news now is

That I know how to cleanse it

And spread a nice fresh perfume on it

Instead

 

It spreads

It spreads

It spreads

It spreads a smell

That nobody smells

But like roses

It’s up my nose

It makes me fall in love

With it

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