Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
winds blow – way too strong
I feel – something’s wrong
they call – Chosen One
but do – I belong
dark skies – come along
crowd grows – must stay strong
evil lurks – all can see
good wins – all day long
Tori Burris Inkley
4/21/24
[A Fantasy Trope Poem, written in Chue-Chu format]
Aren't songs of grief lullabies to the lost?
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absolute drivel.
Because she can
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