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Gives you warmth.
Gives you comfort.
But can't be seen or touch.
It's all around you.
In the air.
In your clothes.
In your bed.
All around your body.
It relaxes you.
Makes you want more.
You try to make it stronger.
You try to make it stay.
Reminds you of everything.
It reminds you of that time.
It reminds you of When.
It's in the air.
All around you.
It's addictive.
But can't be seen or touch.
It floats in the air.
Slowly fading.
As you breath in.
My scent.
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YOU ARE READING
Sins
PoetryComposed of letters, words and sentences. But for me these are composed of my voice, my soul and my feelings. These are little things but for me these are my sins. Words that walk by you, leaving a trail to follow by. These are my Sins.
