Who knows how long
The shining globe
Hung upon the leaf
Held by indecision
And treasured
Individuality?
And yet it crept
And crept
Then
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Dripped
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Into the common puddle.
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Ah! we start out as such rebelious individuals and so often (regretably) end up settling for the commonplace. sucky. young writers out there, rebel!
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