| Fan Fiction |
by GreenHammock
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J says to me, some days, that the skies are so vast they can gobble you up into them. He says you can get lost just staring at them. I am certain he is right.
He tells me I can write poetry – he tells me what poetry is. I do not really remember how to write, at first, but he explains it to me. He brings me a journal the next day, so I write.
“I hear there is beauty
In many things.
Of these things
I do not know
But I am told
They are wonderful.”
I am very certain I am do it wrong.
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05.07.09