Tell me how I am
a sweet nostalgia to you
like the smell of rust
from blood - of an open cut
or like the first rain
of summertime you've waited
like a perfume scent
that lingers as your childhood
or like a song lyric
bringing you into your space
tell me how I'm like
if ever I'll become one
to forget or keep
saudade, blue and green
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