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FearToo dark to see, / Too far to reach, / Too large to ignore,

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May 18, 2013

Frigid BallerinasWhite speckles adagio, / Battu, / Cabriole,

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May 18, 2013

Humanities HuntThis planet is roaming with beasts. / Constantly searching for their next target. / Surreptitiously scouring the lands.

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May 18, 2013

NatureThe green veins twist and turn over the raw, moist skin of the aspen leaves. / Tears of dew roll over / With the illumination of the sun

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May 18, 2013

The OutcastsIf there was an outcast, / One who never quite “fit in”, / And one person that was weird,

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May 18, 2013

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