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Filth

The scent of oranges in the rain.

The floors of a school bus on a wet day.

The grime clinging to a bathtub.

The smell and squish of rotting vegetables.

The muggy heaviness of the New York subway.

The dirt caked on the sole of a shoe.

Bird droppings streaked across a car window.

That is what you remind me of.

 
 
 

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