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Thirty years ago somewhere in New Mexico. It’s wintertime. The phone booth glass is cool and wet against my forehead, hand to breast ********* the scented swatch you gave me, lace fringed lavender, sublime. Like all that is perfect in the world, every inhalation a burst of euphoria played out across the inside of my eyelids, drifting, I see the sun in your hair through half closed drapes, skin as soft as your breath, ecstasy in your eyes, the fragileness of your being pale and pink, ruffled frills in shafts of broken light Hello? Don’t hang up, please.. I’m begging you A car honks, the wind blows. I wipe a sniffle away with your scent, now every breath I take is you. Are you there? I can hear you breathing.. silence I draw a heart on the glass and then self-consciously wipe it away silence a sigh and you speak You hurt me I know, I’m sorry   I didn’t want it to turn out that way I was afraid and now I can’t stop thinking about you.   Fringe of lace against my nose eyes closed Don’t call here anymore Don’t ever call here anymore silence minutes A voice on the line says Sir your party has hung up.. ..Sir? I know…. I know… I hang up the phone I pull my collar up around my ears and step into the night A little piece of you goes with me in my pocket I wonder will the scent last forever.
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Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC
Will the Scent Last Forever
Thirty years ago somewhere in New Mexico. It’s wintertime. The phone booth glass is cool and wet against my forehead, hand to breast ********* the scented swatch you gave me, lace fringed lavender, sublime. Like all that is perfect in the world, every inhalation a burst of euphoria played out across the inside of my eyelids, drifting, I see the sun in your hair through half closed drapes, skin as soft as your breath, ecstasy in your eyes, the fragileness of your being pale and pink, ruffled frills in shafts of broken light Hello? Don’t hang up, please.. I’m begging you A car honks, the wind blows. I wipe a sniffle away with your scent, now every breath I take is you. Are you there? I can hear you breathing.. silence I draw a heart on the glass and then self-consciously wipe it away silence a sigh and you speak You hurt me I know, I’m sorry   I didn’t want it to turn out that way I was afraid and now I can’t stop thinking about you.   Fringe of lace against my nose eyes closed Don’t call here anymore Don’t ever call here anymore silence minutes A voice on the line says Sir your party has hung up.. ..Sir? I know…. I know… I hang up the phone I pull my collar up around my ears and step into the night A little piece of you goes with me in my pocket I wonder will the scent last forever.
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Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC
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