Darlet

III. They wear the same clothes every day Until they fade and fray away. Their fire has been sealed inside their chest The blazing and burning wake of destruction put ...

II. (Not exactly a poem but oh well) “Falling stars are quite pitiful, dying without ever getting a chance to live properly,” the Silver Lady pondered, gazing at the sky. ...

I. Today, I saw a chicken, fiddling with a knife. “Why do you have that weapon, good bird?” did I ask. “To cause strife?” “Only if you force me to, ...

Oh whoa it worked!

First time trying napowrimo and posting a topic! Let's see what happens if I hit submit!

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Flamingo

I seem to be the only one now..