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Click, click the smell of Zippo cigeritte lighter fluid.
Sunlight rolls in at an angle, fairy dust shimmers.
The smell of a new Olds Delta 88.
An old fishing boat with motor mounted on the workbench.
Clean house with a friendly carpet.
The scent of love, soft hands hard to forget.
Her cackel of a laugh.
Security, nothing will ever be wrong.
That dress.
Helping fold the towels.
Baby bottles of Beer, braunschweiger, Wrestling at the Chase,
Dick the Bruiser, Kent cigarettes.
More Love than I could ever drink up.
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