I am [not]

I am the smell of sandalwood musked with smoke
Not the ashes clotted over snow.
I am not the chocolate girl
I used to be.
My taste is a darker sweet.

I am the shreds frenzied from eraser heads
And the stars of blotted ink.
I used to be
Elsewhere.
But now I'm me.

The End

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