For 1390 Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
You were once a seed, now, just a forgotten weed, withered and old, slowly growing cold. Don't turn your heart to stone. She too flies all alone. Flying far above with a heart of love. She's no ordinary, strange tooth fairy, beyond the Twilight Zone, spirit of dreams and bones.
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