foreign languages and busy atmospheres
jostling people and trains in the distance
so familiar but also so different
somewhere so strangely unique
i'd call it home.
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1:01am thoughts
Poetryat 1 past 1 in the am when the world is falling apart what would you think about?
fifty-seventh thought.
foreign languages and busy atmospheres
jostling people and trains in the distance
so familiar but also so different
somewhere so strangely unique
i'd call it home.
