I'm like a cracked egg.
Shaking body. Hand, arm, and leg.
I'm like a broken picture frame.
Couldn't help but be lame.
I'm like a nonworking machine.
Couldn't help but be mean.
I'm like a mouse stuck in a trap.
Everything that comes out of my mouth is considered crap.
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Nightingale (A Poetry Collection)
Poetry:a small brown European bird that sings a beautiful song especially at night. Just some random poems I had in mind... I usually thought of this around nighttime hence the title XD Btw, all of this doesn't make sense ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌ This book is dark, please...
