poem
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Within the limits of my house, I could feel you drawing nearer. And with the click of my mouse, Your face became clearer. Simple words on a page sparked a fire, And kindled a passion that would never tire. Then the day finally came when we would meet, And down the lane…
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What do you see when you look out the window? I used to look out a window when I was younger, Easily inspired to write lovely poems and adventurous stories. I looked out my bedroom window on Winona Street. I would climb out and sit on the roof, Observing those that casually walked…
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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…
Simply Kayla 