Prompt: A smell that brings back memories
The world is dressed in seafoam green,
And we're dressed your kid's old dance costumes.
We're living in the world only seen
By those under a certain age. Figments of candy looms,
comfort our souls through the air we breath.
You're in the kitchen cooking, a place
I will never seen again. Because we've grown up and
you've moved on to another space.
But floods still rush me back to yesterday's land.
People can't forget such an important place.
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