Sep 8
Every year, I write my log.
It’s getting strong…..
I must admit...
For it is long.
But in a poem.
I see my fate
It’s not my choice
To wake this late…..
It’s getting strong…..
I must admit...
For it is long.
But in a poem.
I see my fate
It’s not my choice
To wake this late…..
NOTES – Aiming for a century…
I don't give one anymore, I just sit there...
I don't give one anymore, I just sit there...
(Agender/The final frontier)
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