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My silly Poem
once upon a time
there was a girl
she had a necklace
with diamonds and pearl
she was the only daughter of her rich dad
her father loved her and never let her be sad
one day i thought it will be better
if i write her a sweet love letter
All night i stayed up
writng the letter with lots of bluff
I wrote her i can kill for her
I wrote her I can die for her
she read the letter and turned red
she threw her glass shoes which hit my head
I then realized that she is a princess
and i am just a begger wearing old n turn dress
Now I have to stop dreaming of reaching the moon
If I don't stop thinking abt luv I'll go mad soon
thanks for reading my silly poem
thanks for wasting your valueable time
My Friend Angel
when I first met her, I didn't like her at all..
Always laughing loudly over silly things,
talking loudly....She was just a walking talking human
We used to Work together and after finishing work late at night,
we used to walk to the train station together.
Those moments after work was always the best moments of the day for us.
No matter how buys or stressful the work would be, After work,
we would forget everything and talk about different nice things
on our way back to the train station.
Sometimes, I would be very tired and quiet but angel would keep talking non stop to me.
One time, I teased her about something and she got really angry and didn't move
from the middle of the road.
It was nearly midnight and and if we didn't hurry up, we would have missed
our last train..
I begged her to run but she refused.
then I had no choice left. I held her hand and dragged her.
At first she tried to stay right where she was but
then she just came with me starin
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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