A star feel bleeding into a cloud
and stained it sunset-pink.
We watched it die
and thought to ourselves,
"Beautiful."
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- Maria Sondule
- I am a mechanical pencil. But not just any mechanical pencil, a pencil with a solid beautiful never-been-used white eraser, slick blue body, and .07 lead. *click*
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8 comments:
Poignant.
:( well this was sad
Lol the only sad one and its the one you comment on!
Did you mean "fell"?
This looks/sounds familiar to me, but it's no less poignant or powerful with the simplistic imagery that says it all.
Its the only one I understood Maria :P
It's indeed sad, but no one is innocent in my eyes.
That's sort of the message of the poem...
Is it? Blow me. So mechanical pencils are deep as well as elegant. Mmm. The ripples on the holodeck are shifting.
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