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briaphillps

  • Poem

    [pre]Beyond the cities with no names and beyond the trees that tangle me so beyond the roots that ignore me beyond the stars that light me home and beyond the ...

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical
    1 min read


How can I be king of the world? Because I am king of rubbish. And rubbish is what the world is made of.
— Kate DiCamillo, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane