Sep 2014
I tried to catch
a whiff of her scent,
as she walked past
there was none
but the putrefaction
of old dreams
stubs of old love
a black dress
and red shoes
a whiff of her scent,
as she walked past
there was none
but the putrefaction
of old dreams
stubs of old love
a black dress
and red shoes
(Cape Town)
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