Perfume

Your scent seems to haunt me

With its base notes of vulgarity

And heart notes of seduction

That wait for me on every corner

It forces itself upon my senses

Turning every street I walk down into the one I met you on

A scent so appetizing that my soul grumbles

Starved by a ghost you left behind

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