Feels Like Home
My house tastes like fresh pancakes on a saturday morning with some maple syrup and smoky sausage. My home smells like melted peanut butter on crispy toast and melted cheese on a big fat burger.
My house feels like soft warm blankets and cold door knobs and stove dials .
My house looks like Toronto Maple Leafs on the tv and a hot fire . The end.
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