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CREATIVE POETRY
My Little Elves
I have some little elf friends
Who can twist and turn and bend,
Often they perch on my shoulder
Weighing down like a massive boulder
They become whatever people desire,
But always left there in the fire.
Looking back and forth, high and low,
Tell me what it is they know
Their fears rush through my head;
As I lose motivation to get out of bed;
But I never actually got to sleep
As their thoughts cut through me deep,
Deep, deep.
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