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Home smells like **** And lavender and jasmine smoke Heady and warm and welcoming Home tastes like coffee and ***** seltzer Tempered by cool water from the tap The broke bitch's daily festivities Home sounds like rock music and obscure indie songs And old jazz on college radio from two campuses A strong beat to dance to and lyrical sounds to compell your soul Home feels like the fabric of my Goodwill bedsheets The ease of my beanbag chair, another luxury I spent for Soft and welcoming away from the world that shuns my kind Home looks like the ripped out communist punk pamphlets The pride flags that grace my walls in beauty Reminding me of my own strength, keeping me safe Home is what I have made it Through the mad run in the dark and my own heartbreak To a place where I am free Home is my chosen family The ones that treasure me for who I am Without clause or abuse Home is the arms of my lover Watching the same show we already know Even mundanity is treasure with them Home is what I have fought for A place where I can be myself in peace and safety A place where I am found
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Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 1:17 AM UTC
Home Smells Like ****
Home smells like **** And lavender and jasmine smoke Heady and warm and welcoming Home tastes like coffee and ***** seltzer Tempered by cool water from the tap The broke bitch's daily festivities Home sounds like rock music and obscure indie songs And old jazz on college radio from two campuses A strong beat to dance to and lyrical sounds to compell your soul Home feels like the fabric of my Goodwill bedsheets The ease of my beanbag chair, another luxury I spent for Soft and welcoming away from the world that shuns my kind Home looks like the ripped out communist punk pamphlets The pride flags that grace my walls in beauty Reminding me of my own strength, keeping me safe Home is what I have made it Through the mad run in the dark and my own heartbreak To a place where I am free Home is my chosen family The ones that treasure me for who I am Without clause or abuse Home is the arms of my lover Watching the same show we already know Even mundanity is treasure with them Home is what I have fought for A place where I can be myself in peace and safety A place where I am found
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21/Gender Fluid/Delaware
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 1:17 AM UTC
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