Of Purfume And Hollow- Points - Poem by Donnie Wolff
that with you I could have love.
But one thing I will have never,
It is not appointed to me.
To retain, to remain.
I am entitled only to your taste.
To your minimal touch.
To your reality,
I am just a memory.
of which I live with many.
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