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May 2023
The flavor of your home
Baked into it,  I'm
Fortunate enough to taste
The four walls
Fortunate enough to house you
The History: You baked a lasagna, then brought me some,  and played around with me one day. You then became cold again the next, and I wondered what I had done, but this time I was too afraid to say it and so I let you go.
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   Sean Fitzpatrick
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