Before I turn 13 years old in a few months, and am allowed to become a full-fledged member of this writers' community,  my mother will be administering my profile and posting my poems and short stories which flow through my blood vessels without me knowing where they are born and where they die.
  • New York
  • JoinedMarch 20, 2019

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Story by Izabele S.
TONIGHT by Izabelesun
TONIGHT
Rocks crumble of might Mountains push away from tight Continents sunder like sand just right World falls to s...
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