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Scent

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You're still here, � � � �
like ghosts unsuppressed, � �
revealing � �
returning, ��
finding their voices � �
through passages of time, � �
remembering, � �
Reappearing � �
in shape and sound, � � � �
my mind active to their creativity. � � � �
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Different be the scenes with each breath taken, � � � �
my closeness, enclosing the moment, � � � �
the touching distance of my memory felt, � � � �
carrying the light of day forward, � � �
the dark of night with just you and I, � � �
leading me backwards. �
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And I'd go but willingly today, back into yesterday if you were �
not already here right now in the next room sharing my world. � � �
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