except the way she smelled.
regardless of how the scent came to inhabit her suburban pores, i'm sure that it didn't migrate directly to alabama from brighton in the past week. i know that sweet, infectious scent, that intoxicating smell that i have lost myself in, that delicious sequence of olfactory chemicals which, transcending their original purpose, invade my brain and invoke some mindless euphoria in every nerve. its extension, the body behind the odor, the mind behind the almost sinister gift; her eyes peer into my soul (right here) from beyond the foggy atlantic. and suddenly what i left (what left me) and the inevitable...seem like a fateful practical joke.
someday, i will either be immune to its allure or i will find her. otherwise, my life is to become an endless chain of unattainable temptations, this being the most recent and the most cruel.
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