Calliope
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sleep well, dear cityA Poem by CalliopeText on glowing white cannot convey the simple thrill of terror dashing down the spine Of a well-worn novel, caked with dust Breathe, and.. |
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thank you for the percussionA Poem by Calliopeyou hear whispers.they murmur warnings in the dead of night, hiss ugly words from the shadows of doorways,breathe astonishment to the empty air.you .. |
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she smiledA Poem by Calliopeit was one of those days where nothing makes sense, not even the rain pouring against the chimney.smoke from the kitchen wafted through the open bedr.. |
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