Senses slowly returned after quitting smoking.
Within a year, half the spice gave twice the flavor,
eyes teared quickly instead of itching, and swallowed
food burned the gullet in ways I had forgotten.
Cigarettes had been my excuse for stepping out
of parties for solitude. Now, I leave without
explanation and find a lover waits for me—
clean air radiating the essence of flowers.
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