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Jul 2013
He smells like
The colors of
A saturated midnight
Ocean.
As he walks past,
The impression of rich
Hints
Of jasmine, violet,
Chilly blues,
And tiny sips of grey
Wash over me.
The boy could drown
Himself
In the depth of
His hues.
Anna
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Anna
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