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the creation of a monster it rose in the summer; and towered above tree tops. a roar echoed in the village. and now nothing is there.
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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
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the creation of a monster it rose in the summer; and towered above tree tops. a roar echoed in the village. and now nothing is there.
a poem I wrote, ironically, in the winter.
#monster#summer#thoughts
JackMiller
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JackMiller
USA
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
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