There is a moment at night,
when my curiosities
Take me to forbidden land.
There is a blink of daytime,
When all I want
Is all I can't have.
There is a room of answers,
In which all I wonder,
Is behind a locked door.
For some reason, I like this poem. Odd. I usually despise my poetry.
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