could you would you؟?

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(the scent out of me is, — you…)

the arrangement of the bouquet
uses the metaphor of music
explored in an accurate structure
to describe a sensual experience;

the head — has the magical travel
the heart — has a world of the dreams
the base — whatever is in my mind
 
(the scent out of me is, — you…)

taste is equilibrated in your tendency,
(could you would you devour me...?)

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