To my nose she was a stick of incense.
Filling me whole, her eyes. The smoke dancing through my dreams. full of passion, great imagination. thank u dear poet. tony
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To my nose she was a stick of incense. Filling me whole, her eyes. The smoke dancing through my dreams. full of passion, great imagination. thank u dear poet. tony