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Feb 2013
Its just past midnight
And the scent of you lingers
Caught in my hair
And my chest, where you laid your head
Smelling of lavender
Pure beauty
And as  I light my last cigarette
I look up towards the heavens
And ask why in the world
You couldn't be mine
Daniel Kenneth
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Daniel Kenneth  Boston
(Boston)   
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