magyarorszag (hungary).
july 23, 2017.
4:44 pm.
taking it the last sights of it;
the sun glittering through the pear tree leaves,
pure marigold -
the bad smell
of ending day
and the end of this stay.
i still wonder
who i would be
if we had stayed in this country.
but maybe we're all born predisposed to becoming the person we are that day.
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poetry iv: thot confessions
Poetrywritten in 2017. the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. trynna be some rupi kaur shit but that ain't me. confessions of a self-proclaimed thot.
