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Just a short story, very short
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Like petals of a rose so white
Whispers, the early morning streaks of light
Puffs of clouding breath on crisp winter's air,
Season of silver, darin..
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White and blue
The song of warmth long overdue
No green to be seen here
All of it covered by winter's jeer
Come close to the fire, warm your hands..
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Alas, alas
Today she is fragile, akin to delicate glass
Her fire of yesterday passed,
Today, weak and weary
Look away unless you choose to see he..
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Wrote this some time ago
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Short prologue
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Chapter 1
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Riley shuffled into the class room with a slight limp, his leg still hadn't had time to fully heal. But he could always blame it on a long boarding ac..
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Riley has been dealt a s**t hand his entire life, but one day that'll all change. Maybe for the better and perhaps for the absolute worst
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