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7d
when he opens my door,
I can smell his cologne
one that makes my shoulders relax
and my eye lids feel heavy

but when I hold him close,
I can smell the dirt on his skin
and the sweat in his hair
the salt reaches my lips,
when I kiss his forehead

and somehow this is sweeter,
than the floral notes of his cologne
Written by
Lola
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