A book that fell in love
With itself, dreams of reality
And it's own stolen lessons,
Undone pillars of reason, cold veins
Sculpt its bare-thread path
Where no one dared to cross.
It was not believing,
More like carrying a wind
To see it through a familiar place.
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I like this one!! I love how you use the phrases "dreams of reality", "stolen phrases", and "carrying a wind". They really encompass the shallowness that Twilight is. It's like they want to have a point to them, but in the end, they don't at all.
Oh, I'm glad you like it, despite my punctuation errors. Sometimes I forget myself.
Yes, it was strange to try to capture something so mindless in something that resembled beauty. No, I didn't really get the point, either. I haven't read all four books, but are they all basically built around Bella's obsessive delusion?
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