Earth smells like an old book
In the glass ,smelling worms.
Worms smell as pages eaten

As letters crawling diagonally
Away from the book’s pages
Smelling like a wheat biscuit

The biscuit smells like a page
Like the sperm count of love,
An old man’s wheatish smell

When death crawls his page
In rich smell of ink on paper,
A mixture of earth and fire.

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