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She balances on the periphery of confusion,
which way to behave,
she contemplates, today,
he is sullen.

And withdrawn into tiredness,
dulling the thrill of seeing her,
now gone, again, what hell,
when he smells of subterranean rose.

A newly hatched scent,
emerges from the depths of bone,
she swells in her loins, her breasts,
feeling alive.

At the mere sight of him,
once more,
he manages a smile,
and embraces her.