his flannel still smelled like him.
the musky scent intoxicated her.
it reminded her of when he would hold her beneath the sheets,
and when his lips were upon her own, with her hands in his soft hair.
it simply reminded her of him.
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Poetry{o n g o i n g} his flannel was the only piece of him she had left. copyright © toxicluxe 2014
