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A Diss to Humanity's Superiority
A hum cascades as though a gust of wind
Released as She exhales a change of key
A pulse of life like so shall not be dimmed
Despite a light flared bright with might by he
A wingèd tune revolves along Her track
Like vinyls they diverge and scratch and sing
A tailèd laugh explores her rugged back
Although man’s fist suppress the life they cling
Each beat that thrives beneath the rain of gold
One not upright, more bright, less right than he
A hand declares a spot to take ahold
A breath of Hers consumes a taste of We
A gulf resides between us forever
Our souls we share, to Her, cease to sever.
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Talia Elizabeth Cogdill
Miami, FL
Found my love for writing in the Tinker Bell fan fictions I filled my math notebook with in the fourth grade. I want to write movies, I want to leave a mark - ¿porqué no los dos?
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