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Petrichor
There is nothing more
that I abhor
than the rain outside
on a sleepless night
or the lack of
oblivious mechanisms
when it is raining inside
the brittle bones.
Ah, can you smell
the morose in the petrichor?
poem
by
Norman Santos
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