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You smell like an old book,
my love, and how could I not sense every story, every word, every punctuation mark, even the space between words has an unexperienced smell when I touch the shape of your pages... The unwritten messages between nations dwell in the middle of your flavored land and find no need to be noticed when you're around. You smell like an age reincarnating my breath within an unperceived meaning of every other dream. The night loses its flavor when you approach-- the stars are quiet and count the time through your blood say no more words let me be the pause and listen how I smell the song towards the cradle sleep...sleep... my poem
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