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Cinnamon

sharp and sweet I imagine That I must burn a smell up the inside of your nostrils just where the bridge of the nose meets the eye but you let me in and inhale it all a tangle of life edging to the back of your throat flavouring your tongue

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Published: Feb 25, 2013
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