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Poetry Corner

Poetry Beatnik Truth

My violet eyes reflect my soul
As do my pointed ears
I belong an Elf
Lost in a society
I fit in all too well.

I have always known
I don't belong
I never seemed quite right.
My soul resides somewhere else
Not here on Earth
Not here, this life

Somewhere far off I do fit in
Where Magic rules the world
And unicorns and faeries play
And horses all have wings

My violet eyes reflect my soul
(my blue ones need to go)
My pointed ears are rounded off
(by some unnatural force)

I belong an Elf, but instead
I am human, bleeding red.


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