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TristessaAbsinthe

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    Blue ShadowTristessaI was just sitting on my bed when I felt the wind through the window and I knew it was going to rain. Rain, like my best friend, is ...

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    • Fantasy
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Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield.
— Billy Collins