A Fictional Me
By hannie
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A Brief Reflection of Summer
Grey and subtle, Summer tries to deceive WIth warm winds and daisied lawns. But the sky gives it away - One glance into the heavens, And I know that...
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Being
My fluffy clock - I can touch it, throw it, break it, It exists, and breakable It is there I can see it. Desks are hard, and can be Sat upon or...
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Chair
There is a broken chair on the pavement Because I said "I love you", And you cleared your throat To walk away.
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