You know that feeling when you're abroad where everything looks and feels brand new despite it just being that countries' version of the ones back home.
Laotian democracy, Omani lakes, Sudanese food, Egyptian churches, Rwandan...
something-or-other.
That's what it feels like in my mind,
I know all the pieces are the same, but it doesn't feel like home.
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All the types of love // Poetry // Compilation #6
PoetryA collection of poems from my second year university poetry portfolio.