you don't like it
and oh how you love to remind me
but the smell of earth and herbs and bogwater
that lingers for days
and reemerges every time I move
feels like home to me
so familiar and safe and powerful
no use trying to cover it
it stays until it's time to fade
and I fear I am fading
so I make one part of myself blaze
like I could catch fire
in every other slumbering part
inside
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