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My nose entangled, by the grasp of her perfume
Like a fireworks boom, she flashes in my sight, and she's gone to soon
leaving splotches, like particles of dust throughout a room
I reach out but alas, I don't grasp, this false speckled plume
Hitchhiking on the next gust of wind, she passes bye
Do I talk no I don't even try
For I am grounded and the wind travels up high
She is to elevated for my kind
a perfection of attraction
She is form in abstraction
a releaving distraction
A living vessel to carry my passion
but her loves embrace, is a dream in front of a continence face
her heart for me is an unreachable place, so in my absence make sure it's given to someone to keep it safe
May your happiness be held true, and never displaced