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The Perfume of Her Sweater
I’ll meet her in the light rain
Beneath the streetlights of the sleepy city,
Spellbound to kiss her cheek
And to imbibe the perfume
Of her sweater.
The days have been long
Desiring to find her eyes
Down the far away distance
Of our excruciating separation.
I cast myself
Into an impossible dream
Where we dance upon a balcony
With glasses of wine.
Life and happiness are brief,
I need to bring her flowers
And the poetry of adoration.
poem
by
Uriah Hamilton
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