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i Apr 2014
a thin layer
of expensive,
french perfume
on your collarbones,
dripping down
due to the
high temperature
you caused when
you walked into
the room.
SM Mar 2014
It wasn’t until I was certain
that you were gone
I realized how much it hurt
to know your presence would be
by my side
no longer
You let me go,
and now you linger on
in the bittersweet sense
of every breath
from here on out
refusing to let go of my mind
long after It was certain
you were never coming back.
Margaret Apr 2014
That Axe cologne floats
as I await patiently
at the green locker
I love that cheap Axe cologne

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