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Yesterday's Perfume

Gone are the rhythms of your body As you lay beside me sleeping, Hair cascading across our pillow, With your arms so soft and warm. Our cold wrinkled sheets rest half empty, Save for yesterday’s perfume.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




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