They come for no reason but leave behind a lingering fragrance…
The beauty of their memories …
They often come back uninformed,
And settle on your absent minded lips….
The routine world resembles a picture postcard…
As the sun pours liquid gold around…
Almost everything is perfect…
Breezy and mysteriously addictive
And before u pinch urself to blv,
Its already over, as suddenly gone as it had come…
Leaving u drool in the sweet hangover…for a long long time…
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