NIGHT POEM
Words wake me up at three.
My muse is now a goblin.
But don’t feel sorry for me.
It’s a higher quality problem.
NIGHT POEM
Words wake me up at three.
My muse is now a goblin.
But don’t feel sorry for me.
It’s a higher quality problem.
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