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The petrichor of senses
Blends with the air intense
A swivel of rain and dust
Just mesmerizingly enthralls.
Soaking up the feels
Seeing everything just speak
Brings alive the world--anew
Hidden beneath the dew.
In the reflections across the street
I find myself looking upbeat
Blurred the waters muddy
They contain a part of me.
Loving myself was hard
Until I took inside a turn sharp
Fell deeper into consistency
Gave my best in every deed.
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