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Poem: Scent


i keep your shirt
– the one you asked
if i had seen
as you packed

i keep it safely
sealed tightly
hidden in a box
next to my bed

and when the ache
of your absence
grows too much
i pull it out

burying my face
and my heart
inside the cool
cotton clothe

breathing deep
the magical scent
that was you.

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