Domestic Departure

Her skin smells of home

Like a freshly-cooked meal.

Her hair gleams in the sun.

Like a newly mopped floor.

Her eyes are as blue

As just-cleaned toilet water.

Too bad she doesn’t

Live here anymore.

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