Not a poem. Just thoughts, arranged haphazardly by a girl who so loves to refer to herself in the third person (makes the pretence that "Narrativium" really does exist so much easier, and the distance so much clearer). Thoughts, chopped and shaped. Staring out those living room windows, with the hills and the sky and autumn pendent. And thoughts
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But I though you might appreciate the results.
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*smacks you upside the head with a large halibut*
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And I'm saving it somewhere - both on harddrive and in heart.
Because... it brought up tears, and an odd feeling I can't place.
(never ever quit writing.)
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