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SUNDOWN'S ENCHANTMENT poem

In my hurrying gait, in my crab-scrambling race I allow a bathing.

I LOST A FRIEND poem

little man of substance sad but grandpa has passed away.

TRAPPED poem

I become a worn trail of wool winding down

Ravyn of Death, Chapter 1

“You shouldn’t have watched us,” the female hissed in a tedious, thick voice as she gave into a malicious laugh. “You should have just run along home, little girl.”

She Wanted To Be A Dafodil ( lyrical )

" ... Alone her pale complexion blended into the walls that never ended, ... "

IT

'It' scares me
Cherry

The Trouble with Grace

We couldn’t help ourselves, even though we knew where it would end.

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