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Jun 2020
That sweet fragrance,
Of you, blown by the wind
That also sets your hair dance
I wish it would rewind
And grant me chance
For me to know you're kind
Enough to give my eye a glance
While my nostrils blown out to stand

I feel it now,
Your perfume's created
A path such low
While my energy seems depleted
And I am now forced to bow,
To your wants, for mine you've defeated  
From my head to toe

Your sight triggers,
Off my nerves coldly,
Leaving me in shivers
As i shake solely
Like one in fevers

Please come in jumps,
Iam getting impatient,
My stomach's in cramps
As I yearn for your scent
Come get off the goose bumps,
Blanketing my skin
Caleb Mwangome
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Caleb Mwangome  18/M
(18/M)   
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