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Sentence Mimicry from Bradbury.
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Ode to childhood, my town, my class, turning eighteen, my teaches, freedom, getting out into the world, suceeding and just growing up.
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I have once thought
Of love and pain as the same,
pleading with cupid,
please Eros,
take these arrows from my heart,
for if love hurts this badly..
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A love poem.
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Villanelle
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