My Poetry
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It began with a girl that was blind to everything.
She couldnt see light or darkness.
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music plays too loudly in my ear
like din of a whale upon a shore
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miniscule are the hearts of worms who
taste earth and soak the roots where there is
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Valiant raindrops slide down your face
In random rows of rainbow lace
My Stories
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Unravel my carpet and you will find a myriad of unidentified objects and documents. Secret documents. Pounding, I relent. Door creaks. I cringe and rub my mind, closing my eyes and trying to balance. I see myself standing the
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