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spiraling away, from a stone. The tension broken. The glass shattered. Our reflections twisted.
Ripples, fade into the deep. Tension returns. The glass repaired. Our images snap into shape.
The tension comforts. The glass means safety. Our reflections are a reminder, of our mortality.
Death looms ever closer, to the pond of the living. He throws a stone, and another dies.
The tension broken. The glass shattered. Our images twisted,
by the ripples of death.
by ~K12pixiedust
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- Interests: I like to draw imaginary Animals, and sing, and write poetry, and dance.
- Favourite band or musician: Madina Lake!
- Favourite genre of music: I have no favorite. (There are just too many to choose from.)
- Favourite artist: Don't have one but I really like my friend Kristen's artwork.
- MP3 player of choice: I-pod Nano
- Favourite cartoon character: Cheese from Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends.
- Personal Quote: Embrace Diversity Like an Old Friend
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil, Pen, I-pod, and a paper, lined and blank.
- Email: krazyspazfrog@yahoo.com
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