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Sep 2015
With scents of crimson
and emerald lace, I
remembered your embrace.
With your hand around my throat, the scent of blood as we collided.
You're all I know of love, and boy
I know you.
As memories flood I as held that torn dress, with scents of crimson and emerald lace
Brandy Nicole
Written by
Brandy Nicole  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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