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Clinging to your flesh is the lingering scent of our love.
It hangs on you like the salt from your swims in the sea.
When you brush past me on your way out my door
I smile, knowing I go with you.
As you lay in your bed away from me
And savor my sweet and natural perfume
You breathe me in with deep, deliberate sighs,
Wishing the scent on your hands would bring me to you.
In the morning you head to the sea and wash me away.
But when the sun sets on your precious surf,
You find your way back to my door
Where I lay refreshed and ready once more.
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