the owner's old clothes©
I can still smell his cologne,
on things he used to own.
That smell drives me into a rage,
but i don't want it to fade
thru washing or age.
Some like the smell of a rose,
but i prefer his smell on his clothes.
It's kind of hard to explain,
cause it brings me such pain.
But it makes me feel closer to him,
like his body's still here
i magically have my sweet smelling faron.
But it's not the same&hurts so much,
cause he's not in the clothes to touch!!!!
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