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A Riddle
The rose gold dragon roars, and spillsWings as white as winters chills.A thousand tiny specks of snowFly undecided, high and lowDisappearing one by oneBeneath the shadow of the sunA raven ...
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Today
Today is a sad song played on a new violin;Mismatched and Ill fitted,Singing of sorrows it cannot compute.A waltz, danced with a forbidden eagerness,forever restrained from revealing the life within.A