WT (18-april-1991 / Panama)

Putrid, Cinnamon And Wine

Flared up nose
Awakened memories
Sweet past home
Bangs of pain


Smells of sweet food,
no, it's just rotten food.
Is it cinnamon?
I feel the sweetness of alcohol.
Grandma's food, grandma's house
grandma's smell, sweet memories lost.

(not finished yet...)

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