My literary zoo of magic!
My dreams trapped by a padlock
The schism is a mighty rift
Without warning a rabbits flung itself at her.
Start blowing your trumpet on success day
But you are worthy
Set your dreams like Excalibur in stone
Imprisoned lost in silent reverie
I’m climbing to the moon
You can do this!
His skin was as tree bark broken by a thousand cracks and crevices.
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“Welcome, one and all, to the thirty-third regional Thunderfall competition! We have before us today the best of the best – our reigning champs from 42 local competitions, and they’re ready to face off! Whoever wins tonight is headed to Nationals!”
We can look to history
and say//we’ll never repeat the mistakes of those days//But we commit our sins
in similar ways…
…the warmth of the moment is a salve to your wound, and you feel as if you could lift the moon.
Yeah, I know. I’m being naive again. I am who I am.
A retail worker’s nightmare customer…
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