My nose is tinkling
On over-excited musks.
Nesting in heart
Captured to a scent.
The pole in my ear
Words in my nose.
Your scent pervading
Into my eyes.
Your scent fitting
Into my mind.
Blue in my eyes,
Your scent in my lips.
My sorrow is copper,
Your scent is blue.
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