A demon meets a girl whos life has fallen apart on her, shes certainly an odd girl, she walks through a forest which makes her feel at peace, what will become of this girl and demon?
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
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