Tick, tock, the clock strikes twelve,
A crowd comes out, staggering and excited
Happy for air, yet rage ignited
Rage at the author, who's words so slender,
Making is character rough, yet tender,
Run, author, run, your creations are out
Scampering and scurrying, plans about,
See what it's like when your life is on paper,
And your creations are now your life- shaper.
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Azra's Works of Literature
This journal contains my thoughts and perspective on things, honed into short stories, essays, poems, haikus, ect. I would really appreciate it if someone would rate my work, because no one ever seems to want to... Anyways, thank you for wasting your
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