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Random First Lines:I'm Skye, 13 years old. This is an assessment I did for school. We had to do a gothic fiction short story. Please tell me what you think and enjoy! » Read
In the when the sun has gone down behind the trees, thoughts come, like friends or like foes, to disturb the corridors of peace. This poem is the captured thoughts of such an evening and is intended to celebrate the randomness of ideas as they occur, and their connectivity.