today i've left the window open for
a breeze of fresh air to
plant itself in my collapsed lungs
as i sniffed the air i
smelled something kinda
familiar
all i could smell was
freshly-baked pancakes on an
early, october evening
all i could smell was
snippets from my childhood
it was smelling like home
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Nepenthes
PoetryWander off in a nepenthes garden filled with big chalices to hide in, a world filled with moonbeams and peach colours.
