your poetry

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And… it felt like poetry without trying to be poetic. The kind that sweeps you away. The kind that gives you a peek into a moment in his life when his heart leaped. It’s there, you read it, and you’re taken aback, your heart gets wrapped in smiles, you’ve forgotten his words, but the fragrance stayed with you and makes you want to come back for more. But you tell yourself, wait ’til tomorrow ’cause the light are already out and you’re sleepily tucked in bed.


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