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Fumi Himawari Oct 2018
I like how your scent became irresistible to my senses.

Even when I was walking right next to you, that fresh kind of aroma from your clean shirt and minty breath when you speak slowly strummed the strings of my heart.

It made a beat with a roaring sound.
It was loud that it pounded against my chest.
You became a song of love to my racing heartbeat.
Lunar Jul 2015
when i played your song
and a chord was struck within me
it seemed like i strung on my heartstrings
my fingers smelled of blood
my guitar is my heart
and out flowed
the intensity and rust
of our forgotten past

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