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written by: Andrea L'Artiste



The scent he wore,
It smelled like,
A brand new love and that first time.
Like your favorite home-cooked-
fresh off the stove,
with steam,
still rising...
Like a Heavy rain,
on a hot summer night,
As it reshapes into tiny water particles,
to catch a ride,
on an occasional gentle wind,
pushing itself through the window,
and rests,
On the bare body.
His scent was called,

Andrea L'Artiste

Andrea L'Artiste

Famous Children's Picture-book Author/Illustrator and Founder of the brand MyTinyPages.Booksforkids
Andrea L'Artiste

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