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The tales of a fire banished under sea, of a rock chipped by time, of a tree torn between lives, of a sword rusted with pride, of a tiara embellished with sin, of a pocket watch ticking without aim, of a fish dying for love, of a feather bright to be seen, of a leaf withering to aid, of a soul lost once more.
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corny poetry about my love life
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Feathers and Fur
I felt my heart stop at that and it took everything to keep my wings flapping. I landed on a branch a couple trees away, feathers pressed flat against me in terror. The raw, unbridled disgust and revolt that welled up in me at the complete opposite of my own nature only meant one thing, shadow magic. That meant one other thing that turned my blood to ice.Complete
His Not So Real Love
He was never mine. He was always hers. But my heart decided to fall for his Not So Pure LoveComplete
I felt my heart stop at that and it took everything to keep my wings flapping. I landed on a branch a couple trees away, feathers pressed flat against me in terror. The raw, unbridled disgust and revolt that welled up in me at the complete opposite of my own nature only meant one thing, shadow magic. That meant one other thing that turned my blood to ice.
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