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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Dearest Flannel, One who smells like his clean aftershave The kind of smell that racks my senses, And makes me think of his jumps Over my inner fences. Dearest Flannel, How do you make me miss him so? Is it my memory of his smile In that swirl of red and brown plaid But no...

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