poetry
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I wish to place your hand in mine sweet dear, To touch the warmth of your fragile, soft skin, And take you to lovely dreams. Oh, don’t fear! For you shall not be watched or stalked by sin. Strangers are forbidden here, in this place. None will follow or cling to your sweet…
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Hair: Dark, brownSkin color: OliveHeight: 5’5Eyes: Dark brownSuper power: Ability to disappear and appear at will. I don’t actually disappear into a void – that would be terrifying. I just become invisible. My skin, hair, and nails bend light around itself, so that it casts no shadow and produces no reflection. This goes for anything…
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Forced Out in the shadows, In the depths of the night, My feet pound down the path Of the misty moonlight. Although the night lives on, With creatures who fear the day, I run deep into their shadows, Let come what may. The pounding of my feet, Evolves into cadence, And drowns out the thoughts…
