Sigyn’s day 13

Ah lucky 13.  Today is a short poem kind of day. So here it is.

Flavors

I can smell him like cinnamon on my tongue

That is how he feels to me

Cinnamon flavor

The smell of cinnamon in my nose

I remember him

As he was

Not how he is now

Healing

Maddened with times of samity

Cinnamon

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