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it smells of sea salt and fresh mowed grass
in the distance braided shadows in the white marquis it smells of expensive parfume and french lingerie and suddenly ha- ha -ha posh people laugh in three syllables I feel naked under my skirt I feel empty one last golfer is packing up his gear I wear her laugh in my ears like tinkling earrings she is faking it she is faking it
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