I grew and I grew, over all I then towered
'til I stopped at the mirror, asking why I looked tired.
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Dead Orchestras
PoetryA random assortment of poems with no particular running theme or plot. This will serve as the hub for most of my stand-alone poetry.
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I grew and I grew, over all I then towered
'til I stopped at the mirror, asking why I looked tired.
