Last morning was last of all,
Of night that wept its way to morning,
Of night that skipped the dinner,
Of sore throat and gibberishes.
Off lately nights are beautiful mornings,
That sorted out its dilemma within.
– Emily Parker
Last morning was last of all,
Of night that wept its way to morning,
Of night that skipped the dinner,
Of sore throat and gibberishes.
Off lately nights are beautiful mornings,
That sorted out its dilemma within.
– Emily Parker
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