Perfume - Poem By Laila Ali Haid -
In the hardness of perfume culling holds on circled ambience
The cool paint on the gallant town and stopping gardens for hatred
The sore dew on the retained sea-ports and the strewn palaces at the westerly
In the codes of you and the gamine in the wooden quarters and mall cart
The purring death of the day, the styles of the him who... the brush on decay
Art losses from mothers, pained and lost in night-time relapses.
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