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I'll explain if you just sit and listen, wonder and wish.Don't listen to me while I explain.You're the one with the mind,You can wander and want while..
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Kicked off my red shoes,Left them on the floor.Kicked off my red shoes,The one's you admire.I hate staring at red shoes,So I kick them to the wallKick..
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I have eyes,
They may be caked in glitter & vibrant hues.
I am keen on a little color.
I have hair.
Reddish and brittle it may ..
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A short story I wrote based on Ovid's Minerva and Arachne.
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A remarkable teacher once told me “music is like wallpaper.
It is there all the time, but you don’t always have to keep reminding you..
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I am lost.
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I can make you laugh,
I can make you
cry.
I can make you love,
I can make you despise.
I am my own
person.
Call me wild.
Cal..
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A poem about fitting in.
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I wrote this one a while ago.
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Silence.
Perfectly still.
Heavy eyelids.
I call out.
No one.
Nothing.
Just like that,
I am gone.
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