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Our Mix, Matching Bottom Note

 ( Subtitled… the right to change my mind)  Still: Your Top notes Chilled cucumber Citrus cocktail Water lotus Drenched green leaves  Your Heart notes Szechuan pepper Mirabelle plum Lavender White cedarwood  Your Base notes Sandalwood Guaiac wood Patchouli Mus k Immutable mutable me: (Eve’s Revenge) Top Note:  Williams Pear This note provides a fresh, ripe, and juicy opening to the fragrance. (Heartbreak) Middle Not e: Sweet Pea This is a soft, floral note that complements the fruit with a garden-fresh scent. (Remembering) Base Note:  White Musk This note creates a powdery, clean, and smooth finish that deepens the scent and adds softness.  Plus a vanilla cream to soften the skin (if not me.)  So what if… and I’ll entertain it… It’s actually another “you”  (who for once)  Carries the investment Giving more than you take An unusual vibration Ripple effect of a smooth pebble In the depths of my dark born lake  The investment, still al...
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Our Mix, No Tape

Your Top notes Chilled cucumber Citrus cocktail Water lotus Drenched green leaves  Your Heart notes Szechuan pepper Mirabelle plum Lavender White cedarwood  Your Base notes Sandalwood Guaiac wood Patchouli Musk Me: Top Note:  Williams Pear This note provides a fresh, ripe, and juicy opening to the fragrance. (Heartbreak) Middle Not e: Sweet Pea This is a soft, floral note that complements the fruit with a garden-fresh scent. Base Note:  White Musk This note creates a powdery, clean, and smooth finish that deepens the scent and adds softness.  Plus a vanilla you generously carry when I need. Me still smaller. Always smaller… like the font and this fountain:  So what if… and I’ll entertain it… It’s actually me  (who for once)  Is being protected: The olfactory distillation Described above, an assault on sense(s) That makes us weaker  than our matching faces/phases  Being blocked by a goddess shield  Marked by what I should yield ...
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Ends of the Earth

I don’t know where those are. Where they end and you begin  Just like us together… But I was spitting truth  From my mouth to yours And maybe other parts  When I said If they take you (And in these times that could happen  And  They may) I also said: I will go to the ends of the earth  To find you And keep you  As I should have  the first time  Esurient  I drink straight Campari  Bitter blood,  A vampire’s revenge for every Vile Word he chokes down my throat. Gestapo in my own home Men like this But men like you  Are carved from another future, A place where my voice is not a warning But a welcome. Where my body is not a battlefield But a map, And you read it like scripture With patience And the quiet certainty of someone Who refuses to look away. Men like you Pull the ghosts off my shoulders One finger at a time, Call me back into myself, Tell me I am not ruined, Tell me I am still worthy of finding. So if the world tries...
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