Smelling the past

Scent memory’s brother

Indeed, smothering scent you send lends pensievity

Teased at sense level, to ecstasy hastened

A tickling feather zigzagging a wrist’s inners where a bracer strip fastens

You are a pleasant nosegay

Keyring, slipgate to memory place

Vast unfixed estate

Waging war against the state of myself.

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