![]() Scent of the pastA Poem by SorenHollyhocks, 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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