Cinnamon Lavender
Walking into this room I smell a hint of cinnamon and lavender leaving the room,
Something young inside this bitter old heart flickers for a start,
A child within grasping the thin strand of lost memories,
Painful chest feeling pulsating to the skin,
I feel a sad-full cheeriness to remember something that was lost within,
A momentarily realization of the layers of sadness covering what might be hiding within.
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