The first dragon she
Came across hid itself
Tight and snug in the
Body of a boy
With angry hands.
When she saw fire in
His throat, she did not
Even think to run.
She did not yet know
That monsters could
Look like people.
Trista mateer
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Poetry
PoetryIn this very book lies poetry that I will never get over. I how you enjoy reading these lovely poems as much as I do.
