You touch my wrist
even though you've seen ants
crawl from my fingertips
You talk to me
as if your voice
is only exclusive for my ears
You're like day and night
fire and ice
happiness and sadness
I'm getting drawn to every complex piece of this madness
You're like a perfume
that lingers on my body
A scent that holds a thousand memories
A scent that refuses to be smelled by the ordinary.
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