Vintage Souls

We stand, sit and speak,
yet we walk through life
unnoticed and unscented.

When flesh and bone go,
stripped naked and bare,
you see our vintage souls.

We smell like Patchouli,
lavender, old spice, rum
and the soft sea breeze.

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clarissawoodwrites

I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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