She inhales deeply and is awed by the wild innocence of this scent. The spice is tender and clean; and provides a sharp memory- there is nothing else that smells like this, nothing else that pricks the olfactory nerves with this specific distinction: it is the perfect balance of fresh implusivity and timeless beauty. She purses her pink lips and kisses the edge of the scent; hoping that her offering of affection for such overwhelming loveliness is accepted and understood. In this moment, love is shared.
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And as she nuzzles in close, she tries to be extremely careful- she loves the exchange, the freshness on her cheeks, the cool touch brushing against her hot lips; but it's no use. She knows that this exchange is a wholehearted, unconditional sacrifice- her nearness, her heat, her weight are a death sentence. And not immediately, but the proximity of her offering will bring brown into the bleach-whiteness of the current existence.
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She is thankful for the selflessness of the others involved. That they are so willing to offer the exchange of love; to cheer her heart; to brighten her life- all at their own expense.
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