I don't smell like myself.
I can't really pin it down.
This smell that seems to be on my skin.
I like it though.
It's like being someone else and identity is such a wonderfully malleable thing.
Maybe this is what I'm supposed to smell like now?
A bit rotten,
slightly sweet,
a little like imperial leather,
a little like a stale beer,
a little like a stranger.
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