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When the perfume you smell is familiar
But not the face.
Always there;
Spun silver on peach,
Leaking little agonies
That even with the itching
Never heal.
Healing every day
But the scars remain.
Not sure how I'm feeling
Coping and dealing
Roping and reeling
In need of serious healing
I had a fondness for star gazing until our eyes met
Father time is defeated only in poetry
 Aug 2020 Mercedes Quammie
Chloe
I lay the storm on my shoulders
to keep you from the rain
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