Things that fill my Moleskines

The scent of a woman

It was there again today

Teasing my heart

The scent that would always linger once you had left the room

A mix between ink, musty paper, sweat, and a hint of vanilla

At least that’s how I remember it

Isn’t that how it should be?

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