A Poem: The Scent That Lingers
Dedicated to my grandmuva
Late at night, while I'm fast asleep
My senses are at their highest peek
Moving to gear two during my REM
A familiar smell that I inhale in
I open my eyes looking for you
The scent disappears once I notice you
The cigarette smoke I got a second wind of
Placed between her index finger and middle finger
Rests a stick full of ni…
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