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A Throbbing Scent - with adagio
Pale lips of blue perishable breath
Silence without cliches, listening,
Stuck upon a memory that you are
Blossoming in death’s trite without
Critique in my slumber as I sleep
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Stirred is the mind by a throbbing scent
Soul refilled straying off an end
A warm love unearthed now blooming
So soft the sound of a seed life sipping
Silence just retreated while smiling..
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