nostalgia ★

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I smell the cigarette smoke

Marlboro Red, long cut.

Part of it makes me feel like I'm home.

the other part makes me what to leave home.

it's a swirl of past, present, and I hope not of future.

the smell is strong, I can smell it in my sheets

in my clothes

in my brain

in my skin.

it's not actually there,

But I can still smell it.

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