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Petrichor emanated from the open windowpane.
The scent trailed on my nostrils awakened me from my slumber.
Smells like the perfume you left on my broken wood cabinet.
My least favorite from now and then.
Watching the sunshower while sipping on my coffee.
The aroma brought me in our halcyon days that I regret allowing it to happen.
The warmth that I never found when you are with me.
Sweeten by your sugarcoated pack of lies and I will be missed it.
Hoping that you are here, witnessing how my tears ricochet.
Weigh the number of words you promised me.
Count the love I gave in, just to survive our sinking dirty game.
And taste it as a dose of your own medicine.
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