You gave me your hoodie
And I don't want to wash it
I don't want to loose the smell of you
I kissed the top of your head
And I drank in your smell
'Cause it smells better than any perfume that money can buy
You gave me your hoodie
And now it's my favourite
Just 'cause it smells like you
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PoetrySome poetry I've written that I think should be shared with the world
