I still have it.
Your shirt.
I can feel it.
I can smell it.
I just wish you were still here.
Wearing it.
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I still have it.
Your shirt.
I can feel it.
I can smell it.
I just wish you were still here.
Wearing it.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
This well and truly the kind of thing I like to read!
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Found it!!
Thank you for your kind words! 🖤
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Great! Just re-read it – ah, yes – the shirt one!
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*smiles*
Think there may have been another one too somewhere but I seem to have lost it in the ether…
Ach well, next time… 👍🖤
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It’s a jacket & the smell of stale tobacco (smirk)…….j/k……there is a comfort in the scent of the one you love.
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Oh the smell of stale tobacco is definitely in there! 😁🖤
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haha…i get to escape tomorrow at noon…body & car willing (of course)!! yippie!! she’s my bestie….she’s my kindred …but more sweet! (haha)
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Aw, sounds great! Hope you enjoy and get some much needed rest and relaxation! 😁 🖤
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salt air is being begged for by my soul…I will oblige because i’m not fond of the alternative….thank you!!
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