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  No, I shall not look your way, although I might. Not to turn and seek your eyes is a great feat; It is enough to share in this bright bulb light, That bathes us, separated by just one seat.   Yes, I say bathe even though this light is fake, For we¬†share a light…

Haunting

I can build a whole world around a scent. One single, sensual scent can send me spinning off and throwing out images in a mad kaleidoscope of colours. There is both wonder and awe in this, as the memory of a notable scent haunts me, and can resurface at any point, completely unbidden. Yet these…