Memories

She smelled the balmy fettered hands of children

Homeless, blue collar, blue blood – not much

A hint of bloody molar, candy, desperate loneliness; a stripper spearmint reduction over late rent fees.

A crypto arranged bitcoin fantasy jubilee.

A large stone, carved with a circle empty in the center – chewy caramel glory – beatified. loved. hated tongue in cheek.

Chocolate martini, pain and confusion.

That and the scent.

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