When you're here before,
It's always open, my door.
When you're gone after,
I locked it, hoping you're not there.
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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...
lxxii | door
When you're here before,
It's always open, my door.
When you're gone after,
I locked it, hoping you're not there.
