Jean Calvin

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My stories

Butterflies

Planted inside It grows. A cocoon Of hope, Of what may be-- And probaly won't be. Eventually that cocoon Will burst. Spreading it's wings Wide.

Lost and Found

Feelings of hope, joy Of love. Lost in it's way Scattered abroad. In a cold abyss Of what cannot be. But hands of light can pierce the abyss And light shall return.

Breathe

Let go The rope snaps And the world pulls me down To the blue depths Grinning below. Splash! It engulfs And attempts to swallow and chew. I push up, But the water only pushes down.

Words of the Soul

Words of the soul Rise from the soul Into the physical manifestation Of the wonders of the soul. Let the words Of the soul Mean what they shall be. But since it comes from the soul

Bleed

Hidden among the crowds are those who aren’t truly whole lacking the essence to make them similar to everyone else. Entirety of life for life in them has been altered

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