apparently
optimism smells
like orange blossoms
and
August sunsets
there is nothing
pleasing about
the way
i wash my flesh
with it
memorizing the sensation
of the soft bubbles
piercing my skin
forced to rinse them
away
left with only the
naked echos
of August sunsets
and
orange blossoms
Birth sign: Gemini
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