"Fog on her glasses
From still steaming tea.
A book in her hand,
As she casually reads.
A catch in her breath,
As the climax draws near.
She's deaf to the world:
The book is all she can hear.
She's completely lost now,
Or perhaps she is found,
In this strange paper world,
That's far from the ground."
- Unknown
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Hope you enjoy my works: "Lethal Friends," and a poetry book soon to come.
- Katy
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Story by •Katy•
The Understanding of Confusion
The earth is a circle;
And so am I.
For I don't remember my beginnings,
Nor how can I account my own end?
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