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Dec 2017
"But, the ******* screaming you know?"

Lavender

"You know like the lump, the lump in my throat. I cant breathe anymore"

Rips the flower from the bush.

"-- And I just, I just. ****"

Rubs the lavender petals between palms.

"The ******* screaming. Are you listening? The screaming"

Puts hands up to face and inhales the smell of the crushed flowers.
Laurel Leaves
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Laurel Leaves  F/Pacific Northwest
(F/Pacific Northwest)   
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   stΓ©phane noir
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