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s Apr 2019
The curse of mortality:
handing everything over day by day
Impermanence
s Apr 2019
I lose myself in a memory of scents.

cigarettes and Chanel
spices and Spring

I lose myself in nostalgic fragments.
My dad always reminds me of cologne, hairspray, cigarettes
The combination reminds me of home, of childhood, of everything I know
s Jul 2018
the place I belong
is submerged in your essence;
found and deep within
Waiting to dedicate this to someone
s Jul 2018
If you cover me
entirely
as a fog

Then I will warm you
entirely
as a sun
random old piece
I wish I had someone to dedicate this to

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