Much Maligned
A foul odor seeps into the nostrils
bypassing the standard sensory process
And darting straight for the brain
It elicits the memories
that once thought to be extinguished
Bringing former passions to the forefront of a hesitant mind
A mind that is weary, ravaged by time
and ill-equipped to absorb such recollection
Unable to suppress the torment
that accompanies excruciating reminders
The tortured mind bleeds out
and the body falls to the ground
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