I still sense the aroma
of cinnamon and disgust,
musty memories
that linger
when I raise the window
for fresh air,
to pause,
to disturb this darkness
that never fails
to creep in
through the cracks;
those similarities
that arise in a sunrise,
in lyrics,
blades of morning grass,
swaying daffodils
and anything
that makes me smile
just to see it fade away.
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