Musky Bottles Pour.............
These
senses,
these senses
are
rich ,
rich keys
to a wilted
wilted corner
of my world......
Opium velvet,
heady......
flooding,
..flooding jewels,
crushed flowers around my mind,
Musky bottles pour,
captured yellows...
Deep scented,
forgotten warmth........
of
Childhood......
CHILDHOOD
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