when I am sick, it makes me feel homesick
when you fall sickyou wanna come back to where you belong
to be not a lost parcel in the traffic
because you cannot travel anymore
so sickness and homes seem paired
you wanna die where you feel
back home
where people can have souvenirs of
you
Poetry by sadd'
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Written on 2025-11-02 at 16:18
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