let me drift into his soul

Yaira Ebanks
Apr 26, 2025
1 min read

a gentle wind, carrying a scent of nostalgia

breathe me, if only for a moment

allow me the dance, I wish to exist inside of him

if only for a breath of time, let me drift into his soul

may I be the scent he searches for

until the end of time

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