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Mar 1
Perfumes
I clinged and clinged on the habit of perfumes.
But
My finger
Stirred out
On
Their
Evaporating habit.
It
Remained
With nothing
To
Touch.
Amethyste
Written by
Amethyste  40/F/Tirana
(40/F/Tirana)   
73
     Arthur Vaso, --- and Sammy
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