AbstractA Poem by RachelReaperAbstract Metaphorically, So how would you know What's real, What's not? What's a little White lie For the sake Of the show? What show, Or a saying, But what does That mean? Black, Red, Pink, Green, Purple, Yellow, Blue, Orange, Grey, Words across this page So you think The words I thought, How? Walking through fog You can't see What's going to happen Next... A serpent attacks a Restless ship on rocking Hurricanes! I made that, Or did I? Or are you having The same hallucination As I am, As everyone else who Reads this? Whatever you want it, Good sir, kind ma'am, No rules for us. What's to confine? Everything means Whatever comes to mind, We are, after all, Poetry. © 2013 RachelReaperAuthor's Note
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Added on February 5, 2013Last Updated on February 5, 2013 AuthorRachelReaperAboutHey!!!!! My name is Rachel, and my unofficial last name is Reaper. I am 14 years old. Blood and kisses to all who review my work, I appreciate it so much and couldn't express to you how much it means .. more..Writing
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