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He smells of fireworks. Well, now that I think of it- not the explosions His scent is of that burn that lingers- I know, I know that it is acrid, That when he leaves I will taste it, while it burns my throat. But isn't it exciting anyway?
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
That charming man
He smells of fireworks. Well, now that I think of it- not the explosions His scent is of that burn that lingers- I know, I know that it is acrid, That when he leaves I will taste it, while it burns my throat. But isn't it exciting anyway?
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
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