The wind breezes at night,
And the mind traces then.
Losing in track, can't find in.
So start over again.
Night bare agony,
Let slip the discern misery,
Determine the pleasure,
To be satisfactory.
-eyymicky
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POEM 43770
PoetryThis is not a story but a poem itself! Disclaimer: Too much grammatical errors and spelling!
