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Mint feels like dead bugs and sunny days
Cats and sweltering skies
Like the feeling of a sticky cold— if that's even possible
And the look in your eyes when I take out the candy jar
Mint smells like feeling faint
Sweat running down my neck
The only cold I could feel for hours
It stings my lungs as much as the heat does
Mint tastes like the bus ride home
A sore throat and a blue tongue
Talking about how bad things were
But how it was worth it anyway, because it tastes sweet in the end
Mint sounds like you asking me for a piece
And another, and another
It sounds like me giving you as much as I brought
And you unwrapping the wrapper
Mint looks like how back in November
You asked for my hand, I gave you some candy
Because it's all I had then
And it's all I have now