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Home, the scent of perogies frying on
The pan, its dough glistening with
Flecks of golden brown.
Home, the rumpled blankets lying,
Motionless, on my bed.
Home, the taste of fresh curries as I
Devour it down with rice.
Home, the comforting scent that I am
Used to.
Home, my family laughing and hugging.
Home.
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