NaPo Day 19
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
Is there someone who can teach me
How to make and keep a friend?
For it feels as though my every start
Too quickly meets its end.
My head tells me it’s all my fault:
All my ways just seem so strange.
I’m too quick to love kind people;
My age falls outside their range.
I know I have friends who love me,
And they’ve proven that they care
If another tries desertion,
LET THEM ANSWER TO JAVERT.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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