The Looking Glass(Chasing Fate)
She treads softly The green grasps As she places her hands Deep into the looking glass The forest gasps As she yanks out fate By the coat collar Onto the cool morning grass
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GrantBrenton
I am a small town guy who has been in the same place his entire life. I can't wait to get out into the world and see everything. On the poetry end of things I am a young and aspiring poet looking for ways to have his poems viewed and critiqued...
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