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Apr 2014
The smell of my mother
was
Cigarette smoke of cigs targeted towards independent women
was
Perfume of a woman too old to accept the fact that she's aging
was
Clothes from the early 90s and mid 80s which all smelled the same
was
Skin which smelled yellow from her habits
was
Breath which smelled the same
was
Red lipstick
was
Hair dye
was
Lies.
Marshall CB Hiatt
Written by
Marshall CB Hiatt  21/M/Salt Lake City
(21/M/Salt Lake City)   
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