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When I opened the door to our flat the home you'd built and I'd burned it was the first time I'd returned since that wet Monday when the scent that greeted me wasn't you I could still make out Dior perfume orange candles and cranberry shampoo but that sweat that sweat wasn't sweet enough to be yours
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
returning home
When I opened the door to our flat the home you'd built and I'd burned it was the first time I'd returned since that wet Monday when the scent that greeted me wasn't you I could still make out Dior perfume orange candles and cranberry shampoo but that sweat that sweat wasn't sweet enough to be yours
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
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