- Conticinium
Maybe it was my fault,
Or so I thought.
Or maybe it was you,
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- Just Like You
The prettiest days look like you you,
carrying the scent of your stolen perfume.
They leave me dizzy,
lifting me weightless
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- Elsewhere
Her incomparable beauty every morning,
with the first blaze of the sun…
she is no longer here.
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- The Final Verse
Though my feelings have long since dimmed,
and the trace of your perfume lingers only in the stale air,
I dreamed of you.
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