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)
Monday, 7 September 2026
everyday blues
the paper trail of my mistakes
leads to the cold bed that you've made
the kids, the work, then work some more.
it's called life -- and it's a chore.
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