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a not really good piece of writing
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Yellow.The color of Joy,The color of sparkling cheerfulness on a cozy summer day.The color of happiness and warmth as you embrace the sun in its whole..
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Beyond the stars, beyond the universe,Too far to reach, impossible to hold.There lies a prophecy, perhaps a curse;one thing’s for sure, the priz..
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‘ noises. ’The silence. The grace.The grace…The peace.My thoughts flow swiftly into the salty breeze that hangs in the air, ponderi..
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The Sky Is Heavy Like The Lid Of A PanLike one my grandma often use for trap-ping hot and steamy gas within the pot.No strings, but as my legs extend ..
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Trapped.What was that world I was dreaming of?The one with crunchy leaves in the fall,The one with beautiful meadows and songs,The one with no sadness..
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In your glorious days, you shine so brightyour neck held up so bold.Your feathers, gleaming in the nightyour heart made out of gold.A tiara perched el..
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short story written in 2021
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written when I was very young!
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