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Jan 2016
passenger seat in your beatdown CRV

1 am

70 down the interstate
left hand in yours
your flannel in my right
pressed against my nose
something is so reassuring about your aroma
and it's not the cologne you spent
a weekends pay check on
or the same deodorant you've
been using since the day i met you
but simply
you

you smell like home
and overtime i'm in your arms
for those minutes that seem
like forever
when i close my eyes and my face
hits your chest

i'm no longer

homesick
-o.c
chris
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chris  21/F/tokyo
(21/F/tokyo)   
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