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Feb 2017
it was always the jazz music

that soothed me

in the nights of summer.

but it wasn't as good as

the late night conversations

and chamomile tea.

all i can remember now

is that faint smell of

mint perfume;

that made me feel ditzy
this is about my grandma
ava
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ava  F/USA
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