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Worthless?I am not a princess living with all of the decadent lifestyle within a court. There is no prince who lavishes me with affection and presents. My life is not a sparkling fairy ground. I will never be seen in a ball gown, floating above the ground in a timeless waltz.
I will never be loved with a Hollywood romance, no cliche rose petals on the snow. No being carried into the bedroom, no kisses on a balcony. No poems written "Your name is a golden note within my heart, it will break my soul to pieces to utter it once".
I shall never be the heroine jubilant with the defeat of a seething dragon. I shall not save a kingdom, win a war, or make the slightest lasting difference upon another of my species.
I shall never be prepossessing. My face shall always be covered in zits, forever more I shall I purchase expensive elixirs promising it shall allow my phenotype to appear like Taylor Swift's (or any other cover girl). I will plaster on the products anyway, and with time anoint anti aging
Pokemon Love PoemCharmanders are red,
Squirtles are blue,
Out of all 450 I would choose you.
Your TM 45 is super effective.
I love you, I love you. If that isn't a clue.
My heart and devotion, I hand over wishing there was more to give.
Your hold on me is as great as a master ball.
Like Jesse and James we make a great team.
Your skill is so amazing you could, "Catch 'em All"
You are my dream
Meowth thats right!
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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