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May 2017
Violet hues rustle in the warm summer zephyr,
drifting their sweet scents through the open window to me.
And upon my bed they'll lull me to sleep.
As a comfortable liquid it does seep,
washing my mind of all the stress it keeps.
Written by
Scherri Woople  17/F/Troye Eastern
(17/F/Troye Eastern)   
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