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one rainy night,
questions filled my head,
reminding me of you
as monsters crawl up my bed.
one rainy night,
questions filled my head.
why do you have to stop
twice, thrice, or more
when i felt i'm already on top
or bleeding on the floor?
why don't you talk
when all i want to do is listen?
why do you start to walk
when all i don't want is you leavin'?
how the hell don't i know
where i am supposed to be?
one rainy night,
questions filled my head.
why do i trust those
who don't trust me?
why don't i trust those
who trust me?
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Finite Infinitives
Poetry𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "I haven't done everything I want, but in the realm of reams, I already did some."
