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The sacred smell of shame hangs heavy on your breath as you,
stumble over your words in another,
fateful display of minor grievance,
Choreography which has been rehearsed and refined through a lifetime of,

Repetition and reconciliations,
Habitual behaviour that always leads you to this very doorway, that familiar smell,
Sweet-sour and offensive, it could bring
a tear to the eye of anyone,
as we re-enter the first phase of the cycle all over again

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