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The scent of cigarette smoke and laundry detergent enters my nose once more. It reminds me of the times when you and I were better. The way our hands intertwined for those glorious moments of harmonious nothing, then we whispered sweet goodbyes, until our next meeting. It reminds me of the days when you wanted to sit next to me. When we didn't have to do anything, except exist. And we were perfectly happy. I don't smell it much any more, that cigarette smoke and laundry detergent. I miss it. You and I met not too long ago. Though our hands never touched, I could smell the cigarette smoke and laundry detergent.
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Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
Cigarette smoke and laundry detergent
The scent of cigarette smoke and laundry detergent enters my nose once more. It reminds me of the times when you and I were better. The way our hands intertwined for those glorious moments of harmonious nothing, then we whispered sweet goodbyes, until our next meeting. It reminds me of the days when you wanted to sit next to me. When we didn't have to do anything, except exist. And we were perfectly happy. I don't smell it much any more, that cigarette smoke and laundry detergent. I miss it. You and I met not too long ago. Though our hands never touched, I could smell the cigarette smoke and laundry detergent.
ezra-schultz
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Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
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