The Perfume Bottle Contest / Craig Cornish
Winds of honest scented insistence glided my wings through life’s many dramas. Raw breezes fragrantly touched my unsure skin with soothing perfumes promising my faith was not errantly consumed. I thought, go until I had it, not go until the path quit without signs I had tried. I imagined a target future sat for my eventual, precisely aimed, bullseye. That’s a notion I did covet, even leaned it towards perfect. If bottled, wind's cologne could release sachets of peace to waft serene blends upon and through times of disquietude.
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