i like the floral hints of this perfume

when it is bottled

but it so quickly sours once on my skin

just as all the bread in the bread basket

molds in two days time

dying swiftly and gone too soon

rot that takes my fruit

cancer that takes papaw

days that took my childhood

all at once, it seems

 

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