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    Sweet flower girl, Blooming faster than a lily, You’re in a sea, Barely beginning to drown. And it’s the first time I’ve seen you, Since you blossomed a new...
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    King of gold where do you keep your heart, Will I find it in a jar, or buried out to sea. Let me. So unfair, my king, let me savor you. We could let crimson fall from our virgin lips, Oh my king. Oh my devil of gold....
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    Even with a clear mask I would be silent, I chose to keep the mask of similarity far from me. I wish to stay polar to those to afraid to tread from their masks. Basking in the rays of diversity from the norm will stay a rarity, even if diversity is the norm at the time. For now, I will have to h...
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    So cold, so cold are her toes; A wood box, filled with long matches is kept in her hands, But what do these callous people want with a peasant, such as the girl? The dark indigo sky engulfs everything, and if it were for the deep snow, nothing would bear light. Not one sold, the poor little ...
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    A fair face enamored even our god of the sea So Neptune took her body in the temple of Minerva But Minerva hated this and did not let Medusa be And made her beauty blind to all eyes of the era Her hair writhed and distorted into serpents, who spat at Minerva when she fled, Eyes of old beauty ...
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    The girl looked upon the boy with such wonderment that you could believe that she had never seen a person. Sitting up in her bed she shook away cobwebs and faded blankets. Her hair was now long and still a golden shade which contrasted how short they were when she feel asleep. The young man wh...

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