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Jul 2020
The shadows I carry
       smell like lemongrass.
They melt in the rain,
       -softly-
gray ghosts on gray mass.

I hold them close
       -lemongrass-
roll in their hills and valleys,
       on summer nights they watch
and the clouds move slowly past.
Written by
mira  17/F
(17/F)   
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   Tanisha Jackland
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