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Supple Succubus Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 3:47 pm
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In the austere hall that was bathed in sunlight, I lay back on my clean white pillow, Thinking of the tears I saw in the young soul's eyes. He looked up at me, and his face had lit up with a strange fire. It seemed, to me, that I was the embodiment of all heroism and liberty to him, But alas, I am not, not yet.
As I lay there thinking, A young orphaned girl comes her cheeks rosy and shining, Her colorful linens showing she is well taken of. As she smiled at me, I knew deep in my heart that there was hope for these unfortunate souls.
~Lieutenant Bubbles
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All right, this is called a "found poem". I did this for school in eighth grade. I've been told it's one of my best poems. Anyway, the story I used for this found poem was, I believe, A Diary for Anne Frank. No, I do not see myself as some savior ((as I've been told this poem makes it sound)), I just like writing in first person. And... Let's see... At the time I made this, I had a... fascination, of sorts, with orphans.
Please tell me what y'all think, thank you!
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 1:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 9:45 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 1:51 pm
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