Case No 2-9-26
Hammer down the scent of eau de cologne, mist or splash;
and her laugh.
It is infectious?
Is it poison or supple?
I can smell love as the velichor shuffles!
Glasses lean far down his nose;
eyes clink glass.
She airs a heart shape.
Like knocking knees, the shelves; lesser books need smelling salts.
Seems he’s stiff, but in admiration, he kneels.
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