oh!
am i the only one who feels without scents,
life would move to incompletion?
oh!
if we were denied the chance to exercise our noses,
feed them the aromas and fragrances?
never being able to smell lavender on a summer's day,
forbidden from sniffing cookies fresh off their tray-
oh!
with no basic acts such as so,
i fear searching for truly whole.
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365 ways to kill yourself
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