Books smell like your siblings
When they are inside a room,
Same room you were once in.

And a room smells like books,
Like  mom you were once in,
Her comforting balloon belly.

And belly smells like siblings
Those still in your past room
Behind a mom’s earth belly.

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

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

Wheat biscuit smells like page
Like the sperm count of love,
An old man’s wheat-like smell

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

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