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I’m taking in your scent oxygen and sensuality has my mind bent
Attached to scent are memories
Feelings I had, my wants, my necessities
Familiar scent that stays with me
Allows my thought to run willingly, run free
But when your scent fades I realize
I realize the simple truth and open my eyes
I’m taking in the last of your scent
But my mind is no longer bent

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