She..

​She was not a person She was a fragrance. Which I wore, On my thoughts. I inhaled, With my soul. I bottled,  In my heart. Which I wore, As my identity. I inhaled, As a drug. I caged, As a memory. Which I wore  As my skin. I inhaled As cent. I treasured, As a... Continue Reading →

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