Mirror Shard
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Cold AirA Poem by Mirror ShardI dream often the wispy, stretched and tasteless My mouth is dry while my mind is high in a world of my creation Colors dark not drab swirl in scene.. |
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A man is a treeA Poem by Mirror ShardA man is a tree, For trees too know the pain of looking free whilst rooting, living between debris; see, it is rough to climb up, among fleas and b.. |
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The Rotted RoadA Poem by Mirror ShardThere is a rotten road I do not know which one A year ago today it took a son Him I did not know but his word I heard oft Its echoes deceive me and.. |
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