I love the smell of garlic on my hands
despite my vampiric smile,
in one inhale I forget the day
and all its rain.
I forget the pens I’ve held,
faces I’ve touched
and moments I’ve breathed.
I love the smell of garlic
because it lingers.
It is the only thing which lingers
longer than you.
Interesting. There are two way to let this one take me with regards to the subtext of “linger”.
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I know what you mean 😊
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