I want to be an early bird
But the night time seems like my time
Where the darkness owns me
Rather than the broad daylight
That burns my skin so deep
Although the sun makes me shine
I feel like I glow only
In the night time
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cacophony: a poetry collection
Poetryhighest rank - #1 in poetry • ° cacophony ; a meaningless mixture of sounds ° here i present a messy cluster of my thoughts. just like what the title mean, 'meaningless' my thoughts are to which I give shape in the form of words. this book is a com...
