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poem-wintergraceful chaos arises as millions of thousands forget they're supposed to turn into rain into substance but rather are too excited to ride with the racing wind instead crystallize slowly as they descend, tumble, fall into a dancepoem-winter
a dance
a gentle waltz against the dark background we call 'night' but they call 'stage' a soft ballet brilliantly white so so bright they could be mistaken for little
pieces
of clouds surprising us with a visit to our humble home
the cold rush yo
by ~Outsidelimits
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Prompt - Nerd + Emo LoveI saw him looking at me again. It was pissing me off. Do you know how hard it is to concentrate when someone’s staring at you? Very hard. At least for me. How am I expected to try and memorise the Periodic Tables when I’m getting a hole burnt in my head? His stare is so intense; he has the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. It’s unnatural how light they are - they’re almost white. That colour, electric blue I think it’s called…or is it neon? No way can someone have neon eyes!Prompt - Nerd + Emo Love
Okay, I’m getting distracted. Why am I thinking about his eyes?
Because they’re beautiful, that’s w
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