Note: Listen to "Quit" by Cashmere Cat and Ariana Grande while reading this.

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I never mentioned this before,
You breathed deeply of the scent so familiar,
A scent of our decaying fiction
That I got attached to like I did to
The smell of books.

Holding you close, I felt the cold ink flow through the aging paper
Like the blood rushing to my cheeks.
Gliding my hand through the
crumbled papers
Like I did down your arm, until I reached you fingers,
Entangling mine around yours,
I felt content.

Nuzzling my nose on your chest
I could smell the weightless scent of petrichor.
Like it does when my tears stain
the paper.

Oh how I wish I could show the world how beautiful you were made
But my mere words are everything I have
And only the color of your eyes paint them to life.

- Pink Poet

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20/04/2018