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Oct 2014
I catch your cologne on the breeze
A sea of faces but none are looking for me
Olfactory memories are like that of elephants. Amidst hundreds, thousands of people that are not you, I can still smell your smile weaved through.
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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