You have been on my mind
Since I saw you last night.
Lying there on the shelf,
So innocently.
Your orange wrappings
Caught my eye
And never let go.
I walked right up to you,
Held you in my hands.
For the first time
In twelve months.
Your fragrance, the same.
There is something
So vintage, so nostalgic
About you...
The scent of warm honey
And sugary vanilla.
Old fashioned, yet distinctive.
You...
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