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Your smell is of autumn; rich and woody -
Of rain - on sorrel leaves, on freshly churned earth.
Of warm truffles, of the wind that blows free;
Of frankincense that burns in a joyful hearth.
` Touch me not...
Your smell is of autumn; rich and woody -
Of rain - on sorrel leaves, on freshly churned earth.
Of warm truffles, of the wind that blows free;
Of frankincense that burns in a joyful hearth.
Posted by ..N.. at Saturday, September 22, 2007
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