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Green glass

Along the roadside

you can find the graves

of many aforgotten bottle

green and brown glass

glimmer and gleam

winking at all who pass bye.

And, among their many corpses,

the earth is stained and worn

the grass does not grow

still, the bottles wink

the brown glass, like smooth stones,

the green glass, like water

form a sea of long lost things

and rolling across it, 

it cuts into my skin

painful as ever

and I know what it is

to be forgotten

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Life is a strange state of being, if you could even call it that. It's honestly quite a bit larger than I expected. I am not very good at introductions, so I suppose I will start with a generic hello. I am Mi_Chan, or, at least, that is one of the many names the people closest to me call me by. I created this website back in high school for a creative writing class, and have found it to be a good place to store away my thoughts. I enjoy writing poetry and short stories, and am currently working on a novel.

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