one day i'm gonna write about how we found lil frostie because i will never forget it. she's all mine.
you smell like hard work,
you smell like my dad did when he was getting clean
you smell like promises wrapped up in a tiny bit of nicotine
and the best part of it is, your hair smells like flowers
like god still resides there
like all those bad years of bad blood didn't take everything away from you
it smells like you still have the capacity to be in love
🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸
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