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I’ve not forgotten
just how pretty
her perfume tastes. 
Dancing candle flames
always made her room
seem so much more
the pretty girl
caught in my eyes alone. 
I’m supposed to focus,
focus I suppose,
she interrupts me
we smile knowing full well
she wants my attention
centered and squared. 
We’d better hurry love,
“No wait, right there.”
These are those moments
I’ll call on
to remember
just how last night’s perfume
filled our already
flooded room.