A ThingA Poem by Aria...and the blood dripped from the open wound of the sky on to their skin yet they only saw rain. How horrible a thing it must be then, she thought, for them to be human. How horrible a thing it must be then, she thought, for her to never be again.
© 2016 AriaAuthor's Note
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Added on July 28, 2016 Last Updated on July 28, 2016 AuthorAriaGurnee, ILAboutI don't do well with talking about myself so I will simply say that my writing sets the stage for my imagination to play. But more than that, every piece I write, whether a poem or novel, is a bit of .. more..Writing
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