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Aug 2015
She had this distinctive odor;
a mixture of sweet and genuine love
with this intense passion.
But she was a stranger.
Merely a stranger
in a crowd of faceless people.
Who was she?
I just had to know.
Or at least her name.
Jaee Derbéssy
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Jaee Derbéssy  nowhere, yet everywhere.
(nowhere, yet everywhere.)   
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