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Stillborn Dreams (poem): The paper of the license is crisp, new
The ink pungent, purest black
She lays it under her pillow
Like a good luck charm
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The paper of the license is crisp, new
This was written for the first Torn World Muse Fusion. The prompt was from Elizabeth Barette, and is the title of the poem.
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