Take some fruit from my bag.
Not that edible food, no, food for thought.
 CT Resident, NY native: thoughts, rants, and everything in between.

a euphoric-scented aroma

bristling across my upper lip

entering my nose

and sinking into my heart

with the sweetest burn

the smell of love has taken over me

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