Poetry
This is where the magic happens....
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Whispers in the Whiskey
As the banjo plucks itself away at night, the merry magpie spreads her wings and curls her toes to fight.
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The Coven
I wrote this in ten minutes three years ago, under the teaching of the best Creative Writing teacher to ever exist. Ever. I love her.
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Dear you,
Just a little vent. Don't consider this as a testament to my general writing. :P