A sense of home
When I get home,
I have left the dome,
of where I listen and learn
and stress slips of like worms.
I hear the sounds,
of my cats meows,
my sister chatting loudly
and my dad cooking
proudly.
I taste the food of sweet relief,
i hug my mom and continue to eat.
At 9:00 i smell the
feeling of sleep,
and pray to god no nightmares please.
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