You are…

You are the smell of strawberry jam,

dribbling over toast.


You are the memory of The Gorm,

invading and conquering your home.


You are the taste of roast turkey,

at Christmas.


You are the impossibility of dust,

getting sucked up into the abbess.


You are the ocean’s mist,

like a giant’s sneeze.


You are the sound of thunder,

destroying your home.


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