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writhing in her mind another hellscape trapping anyone who looks in her eyes, the windows to the soul she runs wild through a forest of whispering trees calling out but never to her calling for the others the betters because she would never be as good as them how could they want her? the trees whisper her name as a crow flies above a single feather falls the train of shadows moves on stopping only for her she boards it a single crow feather as a pass a boarding ticket to the end of the world the ghostly passengers stare and turn away, looking out the windows to the white abyss of snow the endless rattling of the train soothing but unsettling a bustling marketplace when it stops and she takes a step out the door here they whisper too she sees a knife glint a golden coin falls the train comes again this time the pass a gleaming gold but now there is no train only an umbrella two boots a raincoat pouring rain and a girl in the middle of it all the puddles reflecting who she could've been and who she was but never her
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Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 2:35 PM UTC
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writhing in her mind another hellscape trapping anyone who looks in her eyes, the windows to the soul she runs wild through a forest of whispering trees calling out but never to her calling for the others the betters because she would never be as good as them how could they want her? the trees whisper her name as a crow flies above a single feather falls the train of shadows moves on stopping only for her she boards it a single crow feather as a pass a boarding ticket to the end of the world the ghostly passengers stare and turn away, looking out the windows to the white abyss of snow the endless rattling of the train soothing but unsettling a bustling marketplace when it stops and she takes a step out the door here they whisper too she sees a knife glint a golden coin falls the train comes again this time the pass a gleaming gold but now there is no train only an umbrella two boots a raincoat pouring rain and a girl in the middle of it all the puddles reflecting who she could've been and who she was but never her
story poem! first time i've tried this :) (sorry it's so long the words possessed me)
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15/GQ/the grey space
Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 2:35 PM UTC
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