ode to maero

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    ode to maero


     

    I lost you. Quick breaths. Quick breaths. I must forget.

    I smell you. In the still air. Quick breaths. Quick breaths. I must forget.

    You touched me. You felt me. Quick breaths. Quick breaths I must forget

    Sweet lemon and chocolate, your scent.

    Quick breaths. Quick breaths. I must forget

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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