AbsurdityA Poem by Crow FrazierWhen you had hobbies such as the little girl had obtained, others, including people she was familiar with, had marked her as...well, odd. Although where she lived was a town that had an abundence of absurdity, because the madness constantly present due to the state of abnormality of it's residents, there was a certain few who stood out even in the thickest of waves of the absurdity present. As she walked slowly outside of the gates surrounding the campus of the academy, she tilted her painted face upwards, looking to the top of the gates. She was thinking. Always thinking. © 2011 Crow FrazierAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 10, 2011 Last Updated on July 10, 2011 AuthorCrow FrazierAboutDon't believe anything you hear about me. The truth is probably much worse. more..Writing
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