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Feb 2019
It smells just like her
It smells just like the woman who taught my mother to raise me
The woman who comforted me when it stormed
The woman who taught me to appreciate my German heritage
I miss her . . .
Gucci bloom smells just like my great-grandmother guys it’s freaky
DG
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DG  18/F/Nowhere, but only for now
(18/F/Nowhere, but only for now)   
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