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Flames

That faint scent brings me home.
So subtle and soft.
The smell feels like satin
Floating through my nose.
It sneaks into my head
Swirling the memories
Round and round.
The concoction is sweet,
With a hint of bitterness.
The dull flavor sends tears to my eyes.
The flame flickers around my fingers.
The touch distracts me from the thoughts.
I can't go back home.





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