roaming around Paris
the city i never wanted to see
the city i was taught to hate
roaming around Paris
i feel a strange bond with it
it didn't welcome me at all
it ruined
demolished and
destroyed me
to the point where i had no other choice
but to toughen up and carry on
merci
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Words that sting
PoetryA collection of 10 poems written on napkins, to avoid uttering the words that sting.
