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On the way home

I met a boy called Hollow ,

he dressed in fully black as he trudged around with no emotions,

he cried but no tears came ,

he smiled but grey clouds towered over him,

he shouted but no tears came.

 

I met a man called eagle ,

he had huge talons an enormous beak and great feathered wings ,

he was carrying five fresh fish cod that he had caught recently like trophies.

 

I met a girl called fear ,

she had no fears ,

so she dressed randomly,

she walked a pet Siberian tiger like it was a cat ,

her best friend was a tarantula called beauty

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