idea - 9/18A Poem by M. HowellI keep your scarf at hand, for I know it's been doused with your scent. And at night when I can't sleep, I press it to my face like a chloroform-soaked rag, intoxicating myself with dreams of you. © 2012 M. Howell |
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Added on September 25, 2012 Last Updated on September 25, 2012 |