The memory of the smell of toast,
Emanating through my home.
The warm cosiness of it.
And the satisfaction of a genuine appetite.
I am still tired,
After so much sleep.
Losing so much blood.
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The memory of the smell of toast,
Emanating through my home.
The warm cosiness of it.
And the satisfaction of a genuine appetite.
I am still tired,
After so much sleep.
Losing so much blood.