IllusionA Poem by rachelenichols Dance across the room. Tanka. My shoes shift among Sub-atomic molecules Marbles are the floor. You think I merely glide and Dance across the room to you. © 2012 rachelenichols |
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rachelenicholsPortland, INAboutI am between jobs; used to sub. I consider myself a dilettante writer. My favorite genres are high fantasy and literary. On this site I intend to focus on literary fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. .. more..Writing
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