Perfumes

A Poem by a_methyste

I clinged and clinged on the habit of perfumes.
But
My finger
Stirred out
On
Their
Evaporating habit.
It
Remained
With nothing
To
Touch.

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Added on March 1, 2025
Last Updated on March 1, 2025

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