chocolate ice cream? 35.
random thunderstorms? free.
heat wave? europe.
but thats what makes it home.
red brick apartment buildings? everywhere.
the smell of cigarettes? nostalgic.
but thats what makes it home.
the use of public transportation? troika.
but thats what makes it home.
why then, do i long to leave?
7.30.19
YOU ARE READING
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Poesíajust some poems. not all are mine. eventually i think ill delete this and organize my poems into something else and have one of just ones that inspired me, but for now theres just this, just me sharing things ive needed to share for a while
