Found poetry...

It's amazing what you find cleaning... (My study area became buried to emergencies.)

I don't know when I wrote this but the notebook is incredibly old.

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And the sprites dance again upon the snow ere the end of the day dreams near and darkness coats the land like midnight poured from a golden cup. Each drip coating all. Piece by piece until all is blackness and the light put to rest for another day.
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I...may be wrong but I think this was written before I started to suppress my artistic side.

If I find more things like this then maybe I didn't completely suppress everything but maybe just put it to sleep. Interesting...