You sending me a message
at 12:41 in the morning
Asking how's my day
The conversation went on
you send voice clips
Singing songs I like
How are we supposed to sleep
It's already three hours past twelve
You're taking me out of this reality
with you, always
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Racing Thoughts
PoetryAll the Little Thoughts was the first poetry book that I published here. I tried to submit it to a publishing house, hoping to be considered. Unfortunately, I've received the saddest email today informing me that my manuscript was not chosen. The fi...
