Crybabies

Every time I feel alive
I smell like baby soap,

In silky toothless smile
From an excess crying .

I feel rich with smells
And I smell of riches.

Deaths are crybabies,
Permanent after dusk.

They do not smell rich
Nor smile as baby soft.

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