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Apr 2020
as I walk through the house
there‘s this familiar scent
it’s always around me,
always present.

a sweet air fills my nose,
so lovely, it smells like a rose

a flower that reminds me of home,
a fragrance that makes me bloom.
I smile when I notice,
it‘s my mother’s perfume.

- gio, 28.03.2020
Giorgia Travaglione
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Giorgia Travaglione  22/F/Switzerland
(22/F/Switzerland)   
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