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May 2021
She kissed and hugged me so tight
For the first and last time that day
She never saw me again after that
The feeling of her hands around me
Tight enough to hear my heartbeat
Was the last thing I was left with.

I bought her favourite perfume
So that I can live with her Memories
I had it by my side all the time
Thinking of all our times one by one
As the fragrance helped me with that,
I didn't know it was killing me inside
Smells is closed related with our memories. The perfume, brings not just memories a deep pain of lost love.
Ridhu Faran
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