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You remind me of lilies

There are these places
In me unknown to me.
Mysterious places
Rarely visited or remembered by me.

That evening
When you walked in with your red dress
Smelling of lilies
From colonel Mishra's garden
And smiling like you knew me
From some other lifetime,
I was remembered
Of a night from my teenage
When I had jumped a fence
To kiss a girl
Who could sing like Streisand
And looked like Helen.

She was not for me
And with time those lilies,
They smelt like roses like jasmines
And like other flowers, whatever you will;
Until the night you walked in
And I remembered how lilies smell.

Much like in dreams,
They smell so much like you.

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  1. I have those places inside me that I rarely visit... they would bring too many memories up... some really good ones but others that make me much too sad...

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