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There was a tiny bird named Trust,on wings of gold -she flew..She knew not more than other birds,in fact, sheneverknew -that pain and torment were her..
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At the heart of the hilltop -
newly draped in night's cold,
stands a tree whose bared branches -
are now weathered yet bold.
Through the wages of ..
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From a glint on the water -
reflected in sheen -
was a time and place forcast so pure..
And though she'd not know this -
for quite a long time,
t..
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I saw him there, upon his stone,
his stone beside the sea.
And great was he, in pensive thoughts -
and swollen heart for me.
He thought I couldn't..
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Never, though I search, do see -
another that is just the same.
Another filled with fire..
Flames..
Depth of intensity.
Never when they says it's..
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The storm...
Which had blown the books pages wide open
Shed light on the spine that lay spiritually broken
The edges, once gilded and golden were b..
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He stares at the world past the tip of his nose
Through gold tinted glasses
Yes - he only sees -
the things his eyes show him trough internal..
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January winds rushed through her hairTo Heaven she gazed in prayerThe depths to which she needed to goSubterranean, two thousand layersbelow the surfa..
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THESE ARE THE OPENING PAGES OF A NOVEL I AM WORKING ON... OPENERS ARE EVERYTHING... YOU ONLY GET ONE CHANCE TO GRAB
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JUST A PROLOGUE AND FIRST TWO OR THREE PAGES / OPENING OF THE NOVEL.
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