A/N: dedicated to @hellohumanity for voting. sorry it's so late.
Late at night is when words fly
When arrows find their mark
In a place between day and night
Not twilight but not anything else
In an undefined moment
Where persistence
Can so easily slip
Into desperation
YOU ARE READING
Endogenous
PoetryA poetry collection. Some chapters are dedicated to people for voting, commenting, etc. Highest Ranking: #137 in Poetry
