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The smell of lavender
Sweet, bitter yet so strong,
The smell that reminds me of you.
In the kitchen you'd sing your song,
The silence still feels new.
I know its been about five years,
but my grief hasn't started to fade.
I learnt to hide the agony and tears,
letting the pain evade.
A part of me is still in denial.
Looking for your face in a crowd.
Sometimes I await your arrival
I want to ask if you're proud.
The smell of lavender makes me cry.
Why did my mother have to die?
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