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home is your midnight lullaby dripping like honey from the back of your throat and your anxious tears dripping like sand from the top of an hourglass home is the perfume of orange blossoms passing through my lungs as we run through the orchard and the rotting smell of garbage passing through the streets as we climb onto the school bus home is the sweet taste of dates mixed with sugary syrup kneaded into perfect pastries and the metallic taste in your mouth mixed with the guilt in my stomach kneaded into a sticky dough home is the falling of ocean waves over our heads as we scream-laugh through the water and the falling of bombs over our city as we sit together in silence oh how I wish I could simply return home but home no longer exists because home is you
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Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 10:39 AM UTC
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home is your midnight lullaby dripping like honey from the back of your throat and your anxious tears dripping like sand from the top of an hourglass home is the perfume of orange blossoms passing through my lungs as we run through the orchard and the rotting smell of garbage passing through the streets as we climb onto the school bus home is the sweet taste of dates mixed with sugary syrup kneaded into perfect pastries and the metallic taste in your mouth mixed with the guilt in my stomach kneaded into a sticky dough home is the falling of ocean waves over our heads as we scream-laugh through the water and the falling of bombs over our city as we sit together in silence oh how I wish I could simply return home but home no longer exists because home is you
#home#nostalgia
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mcz
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 10:39 AM UTC
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