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I should already be tucked in bed, but now I feel like running to somewhere far away.
if only I could, I would have already gone to the woods on the feet of the prosperous mountain.
the floodgates has already opened, but even a drop came none
so I sat in my room and wrote this poem
in my head, the film has begun
YOU ARE READING
Tonight | A poem
PoetryWhy does the river choose to flow at night? Why does the clock tick backwards when it's past bedtime? Would it still be called daydreaming, if I thought about it at night? Tonight, I wish I was asleep. ...
