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About Me Member Emotional Poet Lucille18/Female/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 9 Months
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My name is Katie and I have been writing for what seems like forever. I enjoy the topic of Lycanthropy and the Undead. I try ever so hard to be friendly or outgoing. Feel free to read my work.

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  • Favourite movie: Night of the Living Dead
  • Favourite band or musician: Against Me!
  • Favourite artist: Kandinsky
  • Favourite style of art: Abstract/Modern

Peach Plum Pear

Thu Jul 23, 2009, 4:40 PM
I am not much for a journal, let alone a public one. But I feel there is sometime to discuss. The “Wolves of Henryton” poem. I've had this idea of an epic poem floating around in my head for what seems like forever. For the first time, I finally had the guts to put it down on something. This is one pinch more than exciting. For once, I finally have the will to finish sometime that I’ve started. Novels and stories are too overwhelming I guess. Poems are simple. You don’t really know where they are going to




Stop.

  • Listening to: Peach Plum Pear- Final Fantasy/Owen Pallett
  • Eating: Air
  • Drinking: Sea Salt

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:icondeus-est-femina:
Thanks for the watch lucille! love your devart name by the way! :woohoo:

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"Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. "
:iconcarlmcintyre:
Thanks for the fav

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Once, the idea of electricity was magical, now we wield it like a tool, are we wizards?
:iconwishfullaboutone:
Thanks for the fav!

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What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
:iconvibius:
I made you a gifttt.
:icondesperation:
Thanks a lot for the watch! :D
:icondesperation:
I very much like your title. Is it from something?

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