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How could I find myself in her?

It’s much like a violin she thinks, the movements of the cigarette.

There’s a fantasy story out there, one with a princess who finds her happy ending. There’s another story out there, with an evil quee..

Upon a bridge lies A dirt-ridden song of old With a troll tucked down

She spent her nights going to different art classes

This is what comes from a prompt of water

I had a washing line as a prompt

They all sat around the table top, And had a little wine. Oh delight they all cried, The wine does just fine. On their heads they po..

Well it ain't

"People used to sit, and read poetry in flickering candlelight."