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Who struck me down
I did not
Know.

His brutish hand drawing nearer to me
I could not
Feel.
I did not
See.

He came ever closer to me,
But I inhaled a peaceful and lightly perfumed
Summer day, and
I did not
Smell his
Sweat drenched fist
Hurtling through the delightful mist of
The odiferous summer air.

If I had been alarmed,
If I had only
Known,
Felt,
Seen,
Or Smelled,
Would I have walked away

Unharmed?



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