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The mucus that filled my head
blocks the single nostril of the side I lay.
I turn over to even each side of my nose, and I wait for the snott to crawl through the holes and tunnels in me.
Yet
It doesn't
Stays stuck,
stubborn
and unbudging.
Perhaps this is how its ment to be.
Possibly neither will be spread quality,
though together they create,
a nose.
A normal nose.
The ying and yang of clear and blocked
As one
Completed.
Without some you cant appreciate another.
So i lay to slumber
Breathing through only one side
olive bloom
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