PERFUMERY
Nectar of the noon pastels,
Pinks and mints and
buttercups.
Lace-draped laughs whose
Bosoms swell
Fan themselves with glass
teacups.
Glitter sparks in pale
sunbeams;
Warmth unfolds a syrup scent.
Sweetened gasps undo the seams--
This perfumery is spent.
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