Dog days of summer
I can smell 'em
thick organic crud
shimmering heat
the whole world smells like
compost
dogshit
old hide glue
just a hint of
midnight flowers
nicotania drifting over stench
nightbloomers
fighting it out with decay
it smells like mortality
oddly comforting
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