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Oct 2021
Tiny tickles in my nose;
she's a flair of exposed
    Granting a hint of-
          an open Rose.

Sweet fires of red;
burning incense
    A scent that shows.

Darling does know;
how strong perfumed
            Is her worth.

So wonderful-
sticking to her clothes
Scent of beauty a Rose;
        that soon arose.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
(25/M/Zimbabwe)   
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