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Apr 2018
The scent of lavender
Wafts gently through the room
Fresh cut
From the gardens outside
Put in a vase
A third filled with water
I can feel her smile
From where I sit
In the next room over
As she washes her hands
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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