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Feb 2018
The smell of mint tea drifts through the air.
While fingers run through each other's hair.

As the kettle screams, I awaken.
The scent leaves me, shaken.

The world is blue and green.
But to my new eyes...
Green is all that can be seen.
SorrowfulSunflower
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   Stephen S
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