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| rein camille |
| no rotten flower to sniff & spit out no, a lost fragrance I am not. |
| where angels fly no scent whispers down no blush of bliss lingers |
| the purest gesture has no perfume |
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| ennui is not sexy |
| when I'm bored I think of you exaulted liquid fantasies yet the knowing is too much for the little wetness to dispel still, I think my books prove more masturbatory than your mere fingers |