Poetry
Poetry
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Ruminating an immature tone of a story,
Pouring words from a bottle of whiskey,
I spent the night, counting stars from the window pane,
Then comes a poem of my tired life..
Poetry,
An ode to my silence.
Ruminating an immature tone of a story,
Pouring words from a bottle of whiskey,
I spent the night, counting stars from the window pane,
Then comes a poem of my tired life..
Poetry,
An ode to my silence.