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Starry Nights and Fallen Angels...

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Here lies the charred remains of her sanity, Which she spends to console herself. On starry nights. With no one by her side, The fallen angel sits on her throne, Beside her , stand her courtiers of stone. All alone; So alone, She crowns hersel...

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by MrsJPuddin

by MrsJPuddin

-One week later-

'Alright class,' the teacher started

'What is art ?

Is it just colors on a canvas ?

Or is there something more to it?'

I looked down at my pencils.

'Is it just capturing a moment

around you

on a camera?

Or is there something more to it ?'

'It's a form of communication,' he said.

I looked up.