Tonight this gem sprays an array of every
Color. Though it cannot share it's gracious time.
With each radiant ruby and dazzling diamond I
Find, my pockets fill but my love is for my travels.
These gleaming petals of stone, the cave, and I
Sculpture out an underground ballroom. Can love meet
Us, or do we have to find? I know it is not for myself
But for the wealth I possess. Graduating from a
Beggar to a magesterial queen is a dream for little
Girls, yet only some receive more and more.
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My Short Stories
Short StoryJust a collection of short stories that I wrote in Comp class. Out of all the stuff I've published, read this. I'm actually proud of some of the things in here.
