When Nostrils Lead to an Era
Getting late,
friends calling,
car starts,
“Guys, please wait.”
Let people know I'm coming
before I enter,
let my perfume introduce me,
the rich man with expensive fur.
In the dark, the golden cap I see,
three sprays on my body,
frozen world surrounding me.
The echoes in my mind—
“Oh, I love this scent.”
The harmony of voices fills my ears,
the blurred era vividly appears.
The specific bottle held memories.
I stopped using it.
I felt someone's with me.
My brain'd spin, nothing else I could see.
The moments lit like flames,
deceiving my head,
the movie of the past
plays on the screen of the heart.
Oh, the way I always wore that—
every meet, every event,
the same compliment I'd get.
“It’s for someone special,”
I'd flirt back.
The days when I had to see you,
when I'd hope our distance's be on a diet,
I would spray that special liquid,
the magical moments it signifies.
Lights on!
My friend's red.
He grabs my hand.
The revision of the past just had to end.
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