The World In My Head, Straight From The Heart . Monday, August 7, 2017. I am crossing the seven seas. To wash off your smell. From my mothball-stuffed drawers that I. In classrooms and coffee shops,. Conference halls and airports,. On the streets or in bed-. A fresh-rain aroma of musk and dead roses. Brewed in desire and betrayal,. Suffused with midnight kisses and racing away. On white steeds in chivalrous reins. Made me hope against despair,.

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