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Smell hangs in the air
yet I can't reach it.
It isn't fair.
I will miss my flair.
Gentle
I breathe
yet I cry, in greed.
Maybe it's a punishment.
Just asking; why did I went?
There's more in life to do.
maybe even me and you.
But i can't reach your depts,
your soul.
I can't find, I crawl.
Just wandering through my grey.
My world just became ungreat.
Stupid nose!
I want the scent of love...
the depts in those.
You can only find it with you nose.
Fear to feel the unsafety,
listen, see and feel.
Smell no more.
It can't be real..
20-03-2013, 00:00 geschreven door Lunaloving 
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