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I do not like the smell of fresh clean sheets
That bright smile you wore was deceiving I can feel it every time my pulse leaps The same thing I felt as you were leaving The cold water wore out my favorite scent More credits adieu to that hussy downtown I never questioned the places you went Tears cascade down arid cheeks to stain my satin gown Tumble dry now these fragrance trapping covers I long no more for your putrid perspiration Memories gone of lacerated lovers Sensual freedom brings my nostril's elation I expunge your existence from my lone domain Within impotent covers lies one heart's disdain
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