You know what I hate?
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When it's midnight, and I finally want to hit the hay,
But I find more poems blooming in my mind instead
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Which I crave so desperately...
YOU ARE READING
Writer's Whispers
PoetryIt's only at night that you hear the faint whispers of the writer's pen trailing paper. [COMPLETED]
