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Where was the simile
The banister I left bare
Laurels of poppy seeds
And their nevermore
Where waves came crashing by
I felt their rumbling rancor
Now nothing speaks to me
With their nevermore
Tickles of memory
Came crawling from their splendour
I hear them now and see
Just my nevermore
Cold climes have driven far
And ice now takes my corded voice
I watched before I had the choice
To figure out my nevermore
Where went our rivalry
That quickened ships we harbour
You took yours through the cold
And left her
Left my nevermore
The banister I left bare
Laurels of poppy seeds
And their nevermore
Where waves came crashing by
I felt their rumbling rancor
Now nothing speaks to me
With their nevermore
Tickles of memory
Came crawling from their splendour
I hear them now and see
Just my nevermore
Cold climes have driven far
And ice now takes my corded voice
I watched before I had the choice
To figure out my nevermore
Where went our rivalry
That quickened ships we harbour
You took yours through the cold
And left her
Left my nevermore
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The Great Shift Diary (05/04/2020) (part 4)
05/04, 2020 Dear Diary The days are rolling by, and Mom and I have decided it's time to try to make our way back home. Or what used to be home, at least. We don't know where Jason and Dad are still, and a I feel that being closer to New York might give us a better chance of finding them. Mom also is convinced that they'll be at our old New York flat, and I'm holding on to that hope too. The journey has been... interesting. Mom in my body I think is tiring to act kinda like a 14 year old boy abit. I think she's been trying to imitate how I used to act, trying to mimic the way I use to move that body, and even playing video games with me every night when we were back at the cabin, then again it could be just my body make her do such stuff? Or I guess she's trying to find a way to cope with being in her new/my younger body, and honestly, it's helping me loosen up too, seeing her act more like a random boy who could be my friend/ older brother? and not acting like my mom in
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AI TG Writing Experiment 11 - The Discovery 8
---- Beth awoke in a strange room. It was dark, and she couldn't see much. She felt groggy and disoriented. Her entire body was aching, and her leg was on fire. She tried to sit up, but her body refused to cooperate. "Don't try to move. You're injured," a voice said. Beth looked up and saw Dr. Tariq sitting nearby, her face illuminated by the light of a candle. "Dr. Tariq? What happened? Where are we?" "We're in the village. We made it. You're safe. Dr. Campbell collapsed as well, but she is fine. You, on the other hand, need rest," Dr. Tariq explained. "My leg hurts bad," Beth said, grimacing. "That's because you cut it on some rocks when you fell. Luckily, the chief's wife is a skilled healer, and she patched you up," Dr. Tariq said. Beth frowned. "How long have I been out?" "Two days," Dr. Tariq answered. "Two days?!?!?" "Your body needed the rest. You had hypothermia, and your injuries were severe," Dr. Tariq explained. "Now, try to sleep some more. The chief will come
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TLA Rewritten S2 Ep. 8: The Future Of Loch Loud
(One day at the L’s residence. The Ls are going on a vacation) Little L: “Hey there Linc! We’re going to Scotland!” Lincoln Loud: “Wow! I wonder what my children and grandchildren are doing in Scotland in the afterlife. I wanted to see my descendants too and how they’re doing to be in charge of Loch Loud.” Mrs. L: “(at Lincoln) Say, you want to see our uncle who is a ruler of Loch Loud. They’re known as the Loudagrande Family who ruled the entire Loch Loud, a mixture of white, Mexican, and African. A multicolored race!” Lincoln Loud: “Really?” Mr. L: “Of course! What are we waiting for! Here we come!” (Cut to the Ls and Lincoln are headed to Loch Loud in Scotland by boarding a submarine. Lincoln Loud saw that some of the citizens of Loch Loud has white hair) Lincoln Loud: “Whoa! I never seen some people born with white hair in Loch Loud.” Little L: “Hi Scott, Hello Scott.” Lincoln Loud: “Don’t call them Scott.” Little L: “Hello, this is Scotland.” White-haired Citizen #1:
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Originally written on November 16, 2015. Tried to make something else, but I let the piece develop on its own. Hope you enjoy.
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