Perfect MoonlightHanging in a midnight sky Her form goes from humble To proud as the days go by. Her face conceals a perfect lie Which she builds way up, high, Before it begins to crumble. &nbsPerfect Moonlight
Final thoughtYou know, it's funny. I always imagined my death to be a moment that took my breath away, metaphorically as well as literally. As such, words cannot describe how I felt as I lay on the cold, hard concrete floor at the foot of my apartment building watching the pool of blood, my blood, slowly increase. I was...underwhelmed. Even as my new old friend took a step forward and crouched in front of me, his hands on his knees. He tutted. "such a shame." he said, shaking his head, eyes downcast. I couldn't help agreeing, his shiny black shoes were now covered in my blood, not that I needed it anymore. Finally he stood up, brushFinal thought
School
Llama
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'Indeed, I cannot think why the whole bed of the ocean is not one solid mass of oysters, so prolific the creatures seem. Shall the world, then, be overrun by oysters? No, no; horrible! What was I saying Watson?'
- Sherlock Holmes
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Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.
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