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Brent Jan 2018
Foul smell
Broken brick
Ghosts of captured souls
Labor lived
Humble home
Against ancient water wild and cold
Brent Jan 2018
Soft brown skin
Delicate and familiar
A scent unique to you
Signature
If gone for a while it will fade from memory
But like a shape in a cloud
or a constellation in the night
Even the faintest aromatic recognition
will bring you back to her.

— The End —