dirty hands blend color soap, while nostril
gently smell gorgeous perfume, scented looks
adore fumes of joyous appeal
sniff dear heart, the nib induce soft pique of
desire into the callous of hibernation of cool
lasting rest of sweet memories of love
hang-out does not calm the turmoil seas, just
listen to the surfing sea gall, the faded sky
turn its dawning lurk of darken light of firefly,
come take the fusion of change in the blends
of great desire, hook to survive dear someone
a hurdle cloth, faze the staring eyes of the
nodded aroma of the scented smell of favorite
sortie, young and glamorous ingredients of the
heart
flow dear olfactory of the soul and douse
reinforce the perfume of love in you, I am
humble …..
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