A single, pure line begins.
It races along, and
Bumps into something new.
The line curves to avoid
And never stops.
It continues, and the curves
Develop into swerves,
Hard banks, and
Panicked jerks.
It traces mountains sharper than
A razor's edge and
Valleys longer than the galaxy.
[Something new?]
The line meets another;
One who matches every fall,
Every rise.
Mountains fall, and valleys rise.
The waveforms collapse and return to zero.
And the two lines travel on
Together.













Devious Comments
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"It's a... giant.. mushroom..... MAYBE IT'S FRIENDLY!!"
*humps the poem*
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"Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow."- Aesop
*watches the poem hump back*
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Welcome to scenic DramaLlama Ranches, where we continue our celebrated tradition of culling the emo since 1952.
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Welcome to scenic DramaLlama Ranches, where we continue our celebrated tradition of culling the emo since 1952.
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