Small Orange Earths

What does it take to pierce you? A sharp finger nail? A prod from a blunt thumb?
Once I found you in a stocking at the foot of my bed and then forgot you until the new year. I smelt you out. A heavy odour leading me to you like a pungent brown trail.
As though you wanted to be found.
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Lovely!
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