is my nose punishing me for all of those times i o.d'd on vanilla lace.. or all the times i buried my nose in HIS scent.. trying to embed my nasal passages with cellular remembrance.. hoping the scent would get caught and remain.. so if i couldn't remember his face... at least i could remember his smell... and that would be enough.. I wonder.. if my nose is revolting
for all of those times.. i placed my nose straight in the door of the oven impatient for the cookies to finish.. but they smelled so damn good.. is my nose on strike?? for all of those times i sniffed and sprayed all of those perfumes at Sephora.. and fell in love with
the Gucci Rush or the Farenheit.. DAMN! Farenheit on a sexy man.. or that nice sweet stuff i never bought but sniffed the tester wand for hours afterwards.. is she/he mad at me? i wonder.. cuz this running and this stuffiness is killing me.. i can't taste my food and
i am so tired of blowing my nose.. is my nose on strike??? for once liking the smell of gasoline.. back like in the 80's b4 they added detergents to them.. gas used to smell good.. or hindering my escapades of drowing myself in downy mountrain rain freshness.. was it a sin.. to indulge my senses in all that good stuff ?
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