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The smell of lemongrass Passes in through the open window As I scan about the room Wicker baskets and containers Overflow with odds and ends Trinkets and relics alike On the shelf above There is a picture frame With nothing but a stock photo The room gives off the appearance Of being lived in yet, No one has lived here in a long time They merely pass on through
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC
Lemongrass
The smell of lemongrass Passes in through the open window As I scan about the room Wicker baskets and containers Overflow with odds and ends Trinkets and relics alike On the shelf above There is a picture frame With nothing but a stock photo The room gives off the appearance Of being lived in yet, No one has lived here in a long time They merely pass on through
hadrian-veska
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC
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