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- Poetry > Free VerseBy Mary B., Thompson's Station, TNI fell for you in autumn, drunk with the chilling winds. Then it began; the heat of winter, forever frozen in my memory. And time was washed away by summer rain. This perfume smells of the beginning, of days passed, and of days that will never end, the sweet aroma of time we don't have ...