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Why desire night-blooming jasmine, yet refuse sandalwood’s calm? Frankincense drifts outside, myrrh’s sorrow wagered within. Orange—innocence so pure, Yet freshness shimmers only in light; Musk—the scent of hormone, Sweetness of oxytocin's pulse. What is the lemon zest of  dark fragrances … in burning smoke or   secretive pheromones it craved for?
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Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 3:52 AM UTC
Nocturnal zest🌚
Why desire night-blooming jasmine, yet refuse sandalwood’s calm? Frankincense drifts outside, myrrh’s sorrow wagered within. Orange—innocence so pure, Yet freshness shimmers only in light; Musk—the scent of hormone, Sweetness of oxytocin's pulse. What is the lemon zest of  dark fragrances … in burning smoke or   secretive pheromones it craved for?
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Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 3:52 AM UTC
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