Oh, this scent!
It smells of possibility and regret
Nostalgia, things unraveled and never laid to rest,
hearts pounding,
heartbreak,
matters of the heart are not what they used to be.
but the rush
that rush
it
that
never ending,
never changing,
never still,
everything is meant to be.
synchronicity
bathing in the smell of such late sun
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