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Eau du toilette An oh too sweet smell Permeates the room. The tilt of your head Defines the magnitude Of the sugary coating, the aroma of perfection… You know the one Only the selected few can detect. If I appear confused It's because I want, but Can't quite catch it's Wafting blossom of righteousness, It's blinding sense of knowing. I only see the fading color Of regret. |
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