03/20/2019
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Prose poem with associations to Hugo Boss Woman
The sun is shining, the air is clear and fresh. A magpie couple jumps through the garden and discusses the marriage contract, the daffodils nod amicably. In the background the beguiling foam of the fruit trees, does not fit quite to the objective atmosphere of the two. Apple tree, plum tree, ornamental cherry. Hopefully the Reineclauden this year what...
After the shower I am quickly on socks outside, small weather check. Shower gel ran out, had to take 'Something Man Fresh' from my husband. I have such a soapy taste in my mouth.
The night frost is now morning dew and the morning dew is now soaking my socks. Cold feet, my own fault.
The fragrance should match my turquoise sixties coat and the colourful statement sneakers. I still remember 'Hugo Woman', back then, at nineteen twenty. So modern, so clear, so fresh. Just like me back then, right? But the reissue is not a reissue. Hardly remember. Doesn't matter, I'm not. Look at this.
After the shower I am quickly on socks outside, small weather check. Shower gel ran out, had to take 'Something Man Fresh' from my husband. I have such a soapy taste in my mouth.
The night frost is now morning dew and the morning dew is now soaking my socks. Cold feet, my own fault.
The fragrance should match my turquoise sixties coat and the colourful statement sneakers. I still remember 'Hugo Woman', back then, at nineteen twenty. So modern, so clear, so fresh. Just like me back then, right? But the reissue is not a reissue. Hardly remember. Doesn't matter, I'm not. Look at this.
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