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It’s been 5 months,

Since my room smelled like you,

A little like your aftershave,

A little like your perfume.

So, now when you walk back in,

Carrying a little fragrance of the rain,

All I can do melt in your arms,

And sway your way.

The wildflowers that you brought,

Add fragrance of their own,

The room no longer feels,

Mine anymore.

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