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I try to hang onto her smell Musky, cool, sweet Like dew on the ground. I try to see her face Her smile, so fragile Her eyes, so bright I only see ghosts, smell air, And she is left in my mind Disintegrating and fading   Incomplete Dying her second death
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Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC
Memory, the betrayer
I try to hang onto her smell Musky, cool, sweet Like dew on the ground. I try to see her face Her smile, so fragile Her eyes, so bright I only see ghosts, smell air, And she is left in my mind Disintegrating and fading   Incomplete Dying her second death
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Dan-Lancaster
M/London
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC
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