this everlasting idea
waifs
into lives
offensive
turn away
others
come closer to investigate
nostrils twinge with indecision
never did this flower come so close..
commanding by forgiveness
with infectious aroma
the magic now permeates
melting like butter and garlic
awakening a long night
i clutch my chest
arrested by the pristine
turning again in recollection
a scent of alabaster
and love
I breathe
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