The smells that greet your buds
Make granite soft
Fresh, dry and rotten fish
Mangoes, potato peels transforming to soil
Scents for one endure
The sounds
Like an elephant step on a baby mushroom
Curses, babies, rap and genreless music
Bicycles cranks, religious and drunken choirs
Big Ben is smooth
Buy me a sight filter
To rid the faeces in my path
Breasts peeping and babies reaching for them
Babies with the slimmest nostrils
Cream houses, dusty and fake hair
Petticoats are not extinct?
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