THE SMELL THAT KILLS ME
IS THE SMELL THAT HEALS ME
You came to spread the aroma of incense,
I woke up smiling and felt your presence.
A filter coffee in the morning gives fresh essence,
You're my filter coffee- fragrant, hot and intense.
Afternoon arrives, still your aftertaste remains,
as the soil becomes fragrant to welcome the rain.
The sun is about to set and you got me again,
is it me who searches for you who I attain?
Your absence is the thing I can't assume,
you're like my favourite song which I always resume.
you're the one whom I'm supposed to subsume,
you're real like my existence, you're my perfume.
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