Manifestations of the fickleness that fills our snowglobes;
The glitter covers our knees and we still scrape it from the sky.
The glitter covers our knees and we still scrape it from the sky.
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- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 96 comments.
- I am a 15 year old person (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm wishing I had inspiration :).
- I have 96 comments, 24 poems
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17 lines, November 22
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But like all things beautiful, we burned to the ground
Spiralling smoke and sparking fireflies-8 lines, 1 comment, October 13 -
w o r d s b i t e .
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