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I was reading a list of the 100 most beautiful words in the English language, and one of them caught my attention and inspired this poem. Enjoy.
Petrichor

Petrichor is the smell of the Earth after rain

Which is the scent of your cologne

Clouding up my vision

And the guilt as

We depart from a midnight rendezvous

Knowing that there's no love

In either end of this lack of commitment

That we've established

We could say goodbye

And the only wetness on our cheeks would be the rain

The only sorrow would be

The innocence we lack

The only thing left would be

The Petrichor