really, to understand you need the media, but if you can't see it this is it:
there once was a girl from a place,
who was writing about her day,
along came a wind,
which blew up behind
and whisked the poor girl away.
this poem is a euphemism for something. see if you can work it out. also, this girl has problems.
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Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
