Perfume

Kate grasped her small handbag and pulled a small blue vial and threw it into the grinding mass. It shattered harmlessly, causing two creatures to pau...

Clay Griffith

Warmth, perfume, rugs, soft lights, books. They do not appease me. I am aware of time passing, of all the world contains that I have not seen, of all...

Anais Nin

Death is a dark flower, its perfume heady and dangerous as it pulls you into its bosom.

Carol Weekes

Beauty is an ecstasy it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and th...

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