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once upon a time
the scent of justice was
the whiff of sweet jasmine
the clean smell of freshly washed hair
the air of haughty righteousness
that i would grasp at
but never quite catch
every time she passed
such feminine scents for such a noble warrior...
now the rank odor of my own sweat and tears fills my
cockpit
as i freeze in place
long-time enemy impaled on my spear
thanking me as he dies
masculine smells
and yet so cowardly...
i smell my own fear
does he smell the same?
~owari~