Exhausted

Take one, try to focus off-camera

Take two, try a little bit harder

Take three, do the right thing

Take four, come on, just fucking do it

Scents are time capsules.

You were a rose in the bed of flowers, which I lay on

in the warm summer air, crisp-burnt my hair

You were my favorite delirium.

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