From the depths of darkness to the height of light.
They dance across the page, in graceful array,
Each word a step in the grand ballet.
Ideas intertwine, like vines in a grove,
Intriguing, complex, and full of behove.
They spark inspiration, ignite the mind,
In the labyrinth of thought, they're entwined.
From the simplest notion to the grandest scheme,
Ideas flow like a never-ending stream.
They challenge, they provoke, they incite debate,
In poetry's embrace, they find their state.
In the vast expanse of verse, make ideas your home.
For in the realm of poetry, they find their voice,
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Paralysis
She was there. Like she always had been, as if she were created immediately following the big bang. Waiting for him. Her long brown hair twisted and danced wildly in the lack of gravity. She was hauntingly beautiful, but her face was a look of terror and desperation. She mouthed wordless shouts, Ron only could assume she was yelling by the way the veins bulged in her neck.
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