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Pieces of poetry that come to mind on a daily basis.
She could almost be beautiful.
She was half living, half dead. Somewhere in between .
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Supernatural ยท Fantasy
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How can I be king of the world? Because I am king of rubbish. And rubbish is what the world is made of.
— Kate DiCamillo, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane