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Memories of Soft Scent
The smell of air
That gradually becomes lavender perfume,
Which I used to dislike,
I learned our life is like this perfume,
Which is pure scent,
That washes away
Our memories to become a softer
Softer person.
Apologizing the needs of themselves,
And making life in cruelity.
Yet, that’s smell within ourselves
That makes us wonder,
As a customer,
As a seller,
And so on,
The wonder if we were to our ourselves
In differ spots and places.
