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Scents

I catch your scent in every wind

and I recall the love we had

i can't pretend I don't miss you

every now and then

but the hurt is for the better

moving on, it's now or never

lost in the tide, I can't keep my pillow dry

like there's a sea in my eyes

 I realize sometimes life brings you flowers

then it builds you coffins

and far too often

we end up falling to our demise




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