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Eliza Blackwell Mar 2015
Skin as black as ebony,
      hair as white as snow,
      eyes as red as a rose and lips as green as grass.
She was a peculiar thing.
She wore her universe backwards
And everyone thought she was going mad.
      She put stars in her coffee
     And sprinkles sugar in the sky.
    She goes fishing in the clouds,
    And watches the sun hide behind the lake.
   She's too busy dancing with her  imagination to even tip toe
   With reality for a second
They say she's going mad . . .
                                                                                               **They’re right .
BertJane Perez Dec 2014
We are all unique in many ways that all of us can see
But some people are too peculiar, people like you and me
We aren't like the others, we're peculiar beings of this place
We're born with individual talents that no one can erase...

My friends, we each have something special, but something to hide
The world isn't ready for the abilities we all keep inside
We are being hunted, a fate we peculiars must face
Run quickly to safety into the arms of a ymbryne's embrace

As you read this message, know that a hollow lurks near
But remember your gift, you have nothing to fear
Tread carefully and find us at the loops in any direction
On the other side of our haven you will find Peculiar protection.

— The End —