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  • Falling Dreams

    Last night I danced on the treetops; With silver slippers of dew, We whirled and twirled as moonlight unfurled, To the nightingale’s honey-glazed coo And I dreamed that I was ...

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  • Snowbird

    Fly softly over my fields When you shake your feathers loose Sing slowly down Lilting On frozen air like slices of glass Sit softly by my window When you tremble ...

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  • Whose footsteps?

    I'm not really sure if this is the right place for this but... This is something I wrote a few years ago, originally it was a short song, It's not ...

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  • I Guess You Were Weaker Then I Thought

    So you would leave us, would you? You would leave us here? Here on this swirling ball of self destruction, plummeting, flying, hurling, to a blank, white, screen of fear. ...

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  • I Heard That The World Was Dying

    Through the ocean spilling from your eyes, can you laugh at the world’s sorrow, simply because it is so ironic? If you had a chance to never have existed, would ...

    2 min read
  • Do You Know Fear?

    You don’t see what I see. Do you know that I can see them? No. Really. If you wanted, I could tell you what they looked like. I could describe ...

    1 min read
  • This Is Us

    I'm really not sure at all about this piece.... of course it makes sense to me but..... I'm not sure if anyone else will understand it. So please review! I ...

    2 min read
  • You Will Never Know That You Were Dying

    I could really use some help with this! Do the images work? Does it make sense to anyone but myself? Is the ending strong enough? Please review! Thanks guys! Every ...

    1 min read
  • I''l Hold Your Hand As You Slip Into The Snow

    I'm back!!!!! Any critiques are greatly appreciated, and I hope you will rip and tear away as you please! I'm wondering if the meaning is clear in this..... Leave me ...

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It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien