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Nostalgia
Memories suffocate my mind,
Bliss when Mom was alive,
The sickly amount of sugar,
Along with the citric tinge on my lips,
A reminder of things that'll never dissipate.
Lemonade makes me nostalgic.
Bliss when Mom was alive,
The sickly amount of sugar,
Along with the citric tinge on my lips,
A reminder of things that'll never dissipate.
Lemonade makes me nostalgic.
Published 19th Apr 2024
Author's Note
The first drink that comes to mind when I think about my Mom. It may not be super fitting but I wanted to share nonetheless.
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19th Apr 2024 11:31am
This struck me as confessional, I will just say this, to me it seemed that there was a great deal of strength and reflection in these words, thanks for sharing!
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