indecorous
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a poetic prose
there is a leak where i house my forget-me-nots. fireflies from my childhood illuminate the orifice. i can feel the warmth of my sister’s embrace radiating from it. the smell of stewed beef with carrots, onions, and potatoes lingers in the air, asking me to come home. if i close my eyes, i can see the short eyelashes of my mother and the moles that decorate her face. i can smell my father’s car and recall the way the top looked coated in gamboge every spring. the melody of our pack of canines lulls me into memories of a home i no longer feel welcome to. so i plug the leak, and just like that all is forgotten.
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