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Scent
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My Stuff Superficial comradery
Your idiocy, a fake
Putting words into feeling
A sacrificial lamb
For love
Every scent a reminder of
The blinding light
And torn jeans
And feeling that
Our laughter rings out
A message to heaven
Of wasted time
And every touch a new lesson
Of how to deal
When it all goes
All future loved ones
The death of us
All ending in a short sweet day
And wondering
If it could get better than this
