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passenger seat in your beat down CRV
1 am
70 down the interstate
left hand in yours
your flannel in my right
pressed against my nose
something so reassuring about your aroma
and it's not the cologne you spent
a weekends paycheck on
or the deodorant you've
been using since the day i met you
but simply
you
you smell like home
and every time i'm in your arms
for those minutes that seem
like forever
when i close my eyes and my face
hits your chest
i'm no longer
homesick
orion carloto
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