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Apr 2018
Your scent is in my hair
     in the clothes that I wear.
It leaves me tainted,
   numb in
Sandalwood sedation.
Breathing it in,
   a fragrance so rich,
no longer need the redolence of dollars.
I only need the scents right off your collar.
Zoila
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