With a fresh kill in tow, the hunter made his way back to camp through the snow-covered forest. The weight of the stag labored his every step. A cold snap hit. Sharp, biting winds whipped icy
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Hi! My name is Bella, and I attend Temple University, where I'm studying to become a high school English teacher. When I'm not writing or reading, I'm taking a nap or sifting through mountains of homework. Thank you for checking out my writing!
Blood, bile, my shin chimes,
Bone ghost-clangs under grapefruit
Bump. Once, I was blind.
My future: abyss.
Watery-black nonbeing.
Now, after braking
My skates with the bench,
Monkey-barring the metal,
I am finally living.
Bone ghost-clangs under grapefruit
Bump. Once, I was blind.
My future: abyss.
Watery-black nonbeing.
Now, after braking
My skates with the bench,
Monkey-barring the metal,
I am finally living.
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