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Smelling Memories



Did you ever
Smell a smell
During a time
All was well
Or when you were low
Down and out
Knowing your feelings
Without a doubt
Then you forget
About that time
It slips away
In the back of your mind
You keep living your life
Day by day
Whether good or bad
Memories you make
And then one day
A memory you made
All is back
By the smell you intake
A flood of emotion
A vision you see
A touch, a time
Of what used to be
It takes you back
As if time rewinds
You are there now
In you heart and mind
Then you open your eyes
And what do you see
A beautiful smell
Of what has and will be
Please do smell
My Memory :)

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