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The air smells of the overwrought 
Pasta she'd made last.night, heavy
Like the fevered pieces of seasoned
Gnocchi, overcooked to a hard and
Unyielding patch. The scent is a mix
Of sweet and exotic, almost nice. It Is an aroma at once pleasant and 
Dark. It's clingy like the night that 
Awoke her, insistant, incessant, full
Of its own life, yet lurking in corners