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i used to like

the scent of lavender

and chamomile

and for some odd reason

your cologne

always smelt

of chamomile

and

lavender

it was

oh so sweet

but you

stopped being

the human

i thought i knew

and you

turned into

something

else

and you left me questioning

was it you?

or a beast who had found home

under your skin

but regardless

of who

you were

or rather

what

you were

you were still

a beast

and found great

pleasure

in making me

feel

like

i

was

the

problem

and now

the sweet scent

of lavender

and of chamomile

is

too

sweet

so

sickeningly sweet

that it makes

me

gag

-n.c

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