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Jul 2015
For a moment on my porch,
while staring at the moon with his face in full bloom,
listening to the nurture of your gentle tune,
inhaling the scent of fresh lavender perfume,
I could feel your essence like that day in the tiny room.
Written by
t watson
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   Joe Adomavicia
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