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Conversations With The Night
#WritcoPoemPrompt11
The days were unending
as were the nights.
You don't have
To tell the world your story,
How could you blame your heart
If it trembles in utter chaos?
Or how your mind plays its games
At midnight?
Some things never change,...
The days were unending
as were the nights.
You don't have
To tell the world your story,
How could you blame your heart
If it trembles in utter chaos?
Or how your mind plays its games
At midnight?
Some things never change,...
