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petrichor

there's a word for this.
the way the gods slit their wrists.
I know there's a word for this.
the way boulders of blood
saturate parched promised lands.
there's got to be a word for this.
the smell of pain in the distance
spilling from the veins of hell.
I don't know the word for this.
that awful scent after the reign.

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