and how I wish
the air smelled sweet
like salty rain
then maybe I could feel
at home again?
But sometimes-
-days like today
I am home, but sick
Because now-
-all I smell
is horse-shit.
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ReplyDeleteHehe, very nicely written Amy.
Thank you, Nathan
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