I feel like the Sphinx
The air is empty
No wafting aromas
I can't sense a cooking meal
The grill just isn't the same
Mowing the lawn is boring
Coffee beans don't beckon me
Everything really really sucks
But there are some upsides
Passing gas cannot harm me
I'm not phased by a branding steer
And the lunchroom isn't so repulsive
The bad still outweighs the good
I long for a wisp of my girlfriend's perfume
My grandma's house isn't as welcoming as it used to be
God please, I need my sense of smell back!
B.K.
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