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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #1524374
A poem about a home that is no longer.
HOME?

The rank smell of stale urine and beer
Mixed with dead rodents here,
Curled up my nostrils like party ribbons hanging from a bouquet of balloons.

The caved in roof cradled in vines
With rotten wood gave no signs,
That life had ever lived here.

The broken pieces of someone’s home
Mixed with the remains of intruders,
Has buried the scents of cinnamon and sugar.
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