…And the carefree indulgence
Of my being with you
Didn’t even last as long
As that little pricey perfume bottle
The scent lingers
In its unforgiving ways
While the brains take over
Everything that’s precious
Everything that’s rare
Now I have to think
Now I am bound to care
On a random spring Wednesday
All the was once just sweet
Sweet fragrance of Firenze.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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