The clean crisp soft notes
Of the Dressroom scentsAnd the remnant hints that
The seldom-used peppermint oil presents
Just the kind of unusual harmony
She walks on
That no one else would expect
But I know how she finds it just perfect
She would stare at me
For what could be seconds or hours
The next moment
She would be in those pages
Or humming about
Or humming about
Blue galaxies or flowers
That's just her version
Of quotidian aspects she lives by
That no one else would have to wonder
But I know how frustrating it feels
When she gawks at an invisible sky
And would ponder
All said and done,
As her pillow
I wish I could tell her things
That I would be there
Through the weary winters
And sparkling springs
That's just her version
Of quotidian aspects she lives by
That no one else would have to wonder
But I know how frustrating it feels
When she gawks at an invisible sky
And would ponder
All said and done,
As her pillow
I wish I could tell her things
That I would be there
Through the weary winters
And sparkling springs
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