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Sunday, June 1, 2014

the scent of lavender

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118/ Weighted silence. Nothing more.

—or then again


the scent of lavender on her fingertips

under her nails

sunlight glancing off her auburn hair

the city outside lazily leaning against her apartment's windows, tail arched

a recollected laugh

her Argentinian smile

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