The comforts of home were left at my home
And now that I'm living out on my own
All I really want is a big pot
I want to make spaghetti
Something warm and filling for the tummy
Familiar, wholesome, and yummy
I'll share some with my roommates if they want
I want some real food
I don't care much for remembering home
Wherever I go, I make one of my own
All I really want is something good to eat
I want to make spaghetti
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Beneath the Hundred Sips
General Fiction"Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again..." An almost-diary inspired by my life-- and written extremely chaotically. Cover from Pixabay
