Eight
Midnight
The sound of crickets
And a rusty fan
The flickering of a lamp
And the faint scratching sound
Of my pen
Gliding across the page.
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Midnight
The sound of crickets
And a rusty fan
The flickering of a lamp
And the faint scratching sound
Of my pen
Gliding across the page.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top