smells like the laundry detergent that is upstairs by your dryer.
it smells like the way you kiss me after a long day,
the way you gently touch my face.
it smells like the pancakes cooking on the stove and the blueberry stains on your fingers.
it smells like a fall night, glittering with stars and cold air.
it smells like happiness.
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lackluster dreamings
Poetryin which inner thoughts are brought to life upon a page. poetry.
