Once in a while…

Every once in a while,

I have this moment in which

I smell the things I loved so much.

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Sometimes, it’s the  smell of wet leaves on the ground.

Sometimes, it’s the smell of the crisp air in the morning.

Sometimes, it’s the smell of detergent.

Sometimes, it’s the smell of the first day

I walked on campus…

But I could smell those in the back of my nose,

and it squeezes my heart.

Actually it feels like it’s mildly strangling my throat.

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