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Jul 2015
She had her perfumes
She loved them too
I always asked
But never did she give
She never let them go
Her memories
In a bottle
It was the only the thing she had
She treasured them
She would remember
The stories never ended
Instead of buying
She's selling
Smells them
And reminds her of
*Flowers
eileen
Written by
eileen
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   --- and From Jess's Lips
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