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Small Gods
slice
the map of time
with wicked,
sharp objects;
the night circus
never fades,
a relic
born of silence.
slice
the map of time
with wicked,
sharp objects;
the night circus
never fades,
a relic
born of silence.
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-- Day 5A found poem using titles of books from my bookshelves. Points if you can guess the book titles used AND their authors!
April 5th, 2014
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such a cool idea for writing a poem! this is really lovely. (and i love The Night Circus.) 