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Random First Lines:A witch feels as if she is alone in the world of man. In a time when the old ways are forgotten. When man lived in harmony with nature and the... » Read
In this poem, I'm basically begging one of my best friends to stay in high school because he's destroying his life otherwise.
of the invisible whisperer,
reveal themselves as waves,
Unrevealed In the Prism
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The absence thereof,
I stand accused.
Devoid of any,
Unrevealed in the prism.
I am the chill that fills your vision when you see the painted snow.
I am the heat that radiates the furnace and gives hot steel...