A familiar scent entrances and captures the curiosity.
Filling the crevices of my senses, possessing all within me and I lose control.
I lose control a moment in a line of long moments, I feel again... like me.
Somewhere between the fall and the fallen, the thought persisted... and I existed.
Feel it's lingering warmth hidden in the folds of desire and escape.
Soft the breath and deep the fill of silence and that long lost lovely death.
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