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Memories FragranceMy senses, subtly hijacked, by a fragrance From a time, long gone by, came drifting in On the evening breeze, rewinding, tantalizing My mind Swept back to a time, a place of sweet Delight, where loves hypnotizing embrace Carried us away, for a time, love, wasn't it Yours, wasn't It mine Awe time, once a goodly friend, has become A Jailer of sorts, our bodies held hostage Longing for redemption, from the ravages of Time. Vote for this poem
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