Summer Fever
Cherry blossoms and oranges,
the sweet smell creating a sickening aroma.
Maybe not the cherry blossoms or the oranges,
but that off glare of the sun paired with the irony smell blood and animal rot.
Although, it could be that thing over there.
Drawn to the cherry blossoms and oranges.
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