missed things

I miss my home and the way it smells while the sun sets.

I miss the way I used to stuff my mouth with homemade cake and breathe through it.

I miss the way my dad used to stroke the fire while my and I used to sit in front of it.

I miss the way my dog used to hug me and chase me.

I miss the way I used to live in my life.

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