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Jan 2015
I've always loved the way
the air smells before a storm.
It smells like the world is static,
and maybe, there's potential.
You can smell the sea,
The lilacs in the breeze.
Breathe it in, inhale deeply.
The calm before the storm;
It only lasts so long.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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