The Smell of Cotton Candy and Death

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I only think of you when the smell of cotton candy

Impregnates my nostrils.

Take away all my memories,

All the useless things my fingers have done

That got me to the point

Where I wonder

Why do I have hands at all.

Doesn’t the smell of freshly cut timber

Remind you of an open casket

With a beloved corpse

Decaying gracefully on the velvet inside?

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