The smell of a stranger’s cologne fills my car.
It’s the second time this has happened.
It reminds me of a lover from a past life.
The scent is strong and overpowering.
Yet, the person was gentle.
Didn’t give me another glance.
Never looked into my eyes.
Never learned my name.
Just how I like it.
Keeping it anonymous.
Trapped In The Margins 
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