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Om Air
The orange tree has left the faintest
Impression on my fairy quaintness
Crushed leaves releasing bitter sweetness
The scent reminds me of my weakness
The old house with the orange tree
It calls oh how it calls to me
Soft echo of the life I need
Tranquil, nourished, gone to seed
Existing in my wooden home
The orange tree set in the loam
Epicurus spoke to me
He asked: what do you truly need
What are you willing to receive
Have you forgotten how to breath
Shoulders loaded up with grief
Alight the burden, be relieved
The orange tree has left the faintest
Impression on my fairy quaintness
Crushed leaves releasing bitter sweetness
The scent reminds me of my weakness
Joe Blogs, 2019
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