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*Glares at AOL* Oi…come on…sign on already… *Listens to Savage Garden* Yeah, this is an odd poem…kind of prose, but whatever. *Growls in annoyance and restarts computer* Still not working…dammit….
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The light from the moon hits to pale features
It shows her in her true form
The penumbra encircles her body
Pulling over her like a cloak
Her feathered gray wings hide away
Arms crossing, eyes sharp, only hissing when one is too close
She rolls her head back to gaze at the moon
The sun will rise soon and hide the moon and herself
And the penumbra will fade
She will become human again.
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Kweee….people at Poetry Club like it ^^ *Cries* Come on AOH3LL!!! Why is it doing this to me -.-
ShadowSpirit ’03