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A scent of Jasmine

Invigorates my quest for her.

I smile, and my cheeks hurt.

I should just laugh.



Her breath

Though far, is near.

Her touch, so soft, it seems sinful.

But never felt, never clear.



Empty hearts pump but liquid

That goes by no righteous name.

Fill them as you will, but gladly,

For all Love shall be the same.