I never dream of scents.
I dream and miss vanilla and strawberry.
I miss the scent of morning hotel coffee.

I dream with my nose cut off.
Dreaming dreams without skin and cunt,
without the scent of ink drying on your back.
I dream of all of you but you.

This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
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