Momento

Had I a minute with a younger me;
I’d share this aroma of vanilla and cigarettes.
The scarred skin.
The dull translucent eyes.
I’d tell her;
Keep your beauty,
For you’ll lose your mind.
I’d tell her;
You’re worthy.
Be brave.

* * *

[Inspired in some convoluted way by this post]

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