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The aura of things that never will be
Echo around the bittersweet room
Like some demonic form of potpourri
This ache becomes my exact perfume

If I could bottle it, I would sell it
To all the heartbroken, sobbing girls
I would cure the anguish that they emit
With their pink bubblegum and their curls

I think you should know that I think of you
Every time this register dings
For every dollar that I accrue
I remember long forgotten things

This bittersweet perfume that stinks of you
Of lost time and things that I resent
Clings to my tee shirts and to my shoe
So I think that you should keep your scent
©2008-2009 ~Enchantedd
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Author's Comments

Some very rare seriousness coming from me. Hey, it's the end of the year - it has to get out somewhere because otherwise my robot, candy corn brain explodes from the angst.

;)

Happy holidays, everyone! Only thirty-five more minutes until Christmas for me.

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O.O Wow. That was really well written. And the subject matter was so deep. I love it!!! This is the stuff that is made of win!

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"I never thought being obnoxious would get me where I am today"
~Billie Joe Armstrong
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xDD See, I can be deep occasionally! At the very end of the year xDD Hehe, thanks so much!

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What kind of losers read signatures? ... Oh wait.
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Their beats the heart of a literary genius inside you! And deep is good! Yayz for deep stuff!

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"I never thought being obnoxious would get me where I am today"
~Billie Joe Armstrong

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