The smells

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You smell like night
Covered in stars.
Tending to mist
My infant mind.
I need to win
My inner wars.
Before I'd be
Willfully blind.

You smell like heather
in the meadow.
The purest scent
Of blooms' reflection.
I always feel
A dizzy shadow.
And blessing sense
Of my affection.

You smell like
Soft and gentle love.
That runs this world
And my bare skin.
So many feelings
I dreamt of.
You are my
Best and greatest
Sin.

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