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PERFUME (Gatsby)

The scent lingers in thy nostril

Like a meth euphoria, it leaves me with a thrill

Another whiff at my wrist is the usual drill

An addiction that I can’t resist

The memories persist;

Haunting me, memories which I enjoy

Perfumes, I say bring me joy

The sight of the flacon elevates thee as though a falcon

The richness of thine juice fills thy room

Excited am I as though thy wedding night and I, the groom

Lovely is thy scent that casts away thy gloom

For forever thou shalt bloom

Like the flowers, its juice derived from

Thou is the nectar to thy soul

Am I obsessed thou asketh?

My answer? Bury me in a perfumed casket.




Master of Aliases

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