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written by: B. BANX
I’ve been met with the deepest desire to simply fathom, how the dulce scent
of her french vanilla skin relaxes me, and unwinds me, simultaneously igniting me.
I inhale, I exhale, as if she is the last
breath I take, in this insignificant and merely physical world.
By virtue of her stay, she gives the sands of time a purpose in my existence, so that I try to live and not just live, in every ticking second that our flames are lit.
Now as we smoke together, I’m hoping for a timeless infinity in our communion.