Vanilla

If there ever was a scent nostalgic to me, it would be Vanilla.

A sweet scent that lingers in breeze of Fall.

It reminds of younger days spent outside.

Of days spent fighting fate, 

trying to escape the constraints of life.

Of a love that though not lost, is missing.

Oh, vanilla, my mind is always on you.

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