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First Hint

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His words appeared
as green shoots
in frozen brown
and I waltzed into
the memory of smell,
a fragrance he once wore
on the crisp autumn air.

The seasoning chimes
and the raw breath released,
he floated away
with me
curving through the cumulus
and running breeze.

8 thoughts on “First Hint

  1. Girl you are talented af!!
    Love this post!!💜💜
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    -Prutha xoxo

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