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| actual poetry?! *gasp!* |
| i'll be putting stuff i've written in creative writing in here. enjoy! |
| And the alabaster duchess Began to Croon and he Ducked down behind the Eucalyptus. there he sat until Fragrant with the smell. Grass could not be greener than He at that moment Inside the Jade Kisses of the Leaves like Money in the hands of a Newsboy. his mouth Open with amazement as he watched the Perfect woman on the makeshift stage. The Queerest gods could not Restrain from loving her. She noticed the boy in The bush. the Unusual way he watched her so Very intently With eyes that peirced her memory. His almost Xanthic skin glistened with sweat. his Youth held her back none. Zero. Zilch. |
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