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Sirens sing and dance 

Water flowing through their fingers and

Funneled into the lungs

Of drowning sailors 

 

A phenoix rises from ashes

And falls in flames 

Pride stifles their cries

And hides their burns

 

Golems sneak silently 

Around the mud walls of

Jewish synagogues to scare

All the non-believers 

 

Giants walk on clouds

Each stomp a clap of thunder that

Stops the hearts of little girls

Stuck on the ground 

 

 

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I live with my parents and my younger twin brothers. One of my brothers has Down Syndrome. I want to be a biochemist.

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