Hollyhocks, snapdragons, Chanel No 5, pine
The scent of yesterday peels off today's walls
A smell that ghosts enshrine
Memory's bent echo calls
Air filled with fragrances yet to come
The smell of anxiety and anticipation
Turning time's page with a thumb
The last lingering odor of reservation
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