Magyar Poems
Hungarian poems, translated or written by mc losh. Read by you.
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lamp
ought-ism
Bóbita
delay and reverb
(untitled)
Thursday, 4 December 2025
lamp
the lamp you burn at midnight hour
the dream you keep from turning sour
I had your eyes when I took flight;
how do you sleep at night?
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