Sunday And Tuesday’s Collision

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Your smell after that cold shower
Splashes your cologne’s musky scent
Into my heart’s weakest refrain
It awakens senses wisely buried
I can no longer help myself
As Sunday night rips into Tuesday’s unrest
Fatigue and warm desire subtly &softly collides
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