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the smell reminds of something important to me - once upon a time

now, a bitter irony of a mask called salvation;

beneath the Italy sun, father drew and mother sang

next to the sea ; we blamed ourselves.

brother, in the darkened alleys, hid

his crimes blossoming like the rose forever untouched

whilst he promised me beneath the wide stars

that he shall gain atonement.

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author's note: inspired by a picture titled flaming june. if you google it, then you should be able to find it. enjoy it.