# Scent

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Tags: Poetry, Scent

Siting in class, jasmine and coffee mix in the air, the aroma finds its way in to the minds of students such as I, It is late and i now crave the scent, the scent of kings and the scent of the homeless, a scent of magic and safety. But for others the scent a nucenc a nucence to their studies and to their lives, so alas i find myself in my bed of scent.

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Only to awake back in the scent of class

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Oe5oM45n