Perfume is so absent
It has few believers
It’s taken to a dark hall
A date or a wedding
The streets don’t give off perfume
The shadows will destroy it
The windows don’t let it in
The doors don’t let it out
The grave don’t smell of perfume
The moon does not ear pearl
And the gravestones dying flowers
Smell of other world
Perfume is so absent
Life is dead without it
The streets are lined with mourners
The bedrooms taste of harpic
A grain of scent is nothing
It’ a minute as the dust
Its not produced in sack-fulls
It’s overpowered by lust
The clouds are not perfumed
With rose or other thing
And rainfall smells of damp air
And the river of broken wings
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