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Dec 2019
The air smells familiar
I don’t know from where.
But every time I pass by your house
Every time I sit at your desk
Every time I use your pens
I catch this scent
That makes me cry.
Why?

Wait.

It smells like you used to.
Juno
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Juno  18/F
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