A Different Ending Poem by Natasha Kalashnikova

A Different Ending



I saw once what was new. I saw once what was old. I saw once what was graphic. I saw once what was dull. I saw, I did, I gave, I setteled. I gave all to them and nothing in return. I seen all, but forgotten many. I done most, and regret some. I had not once thought back until this night, a different ending to my little horror fairty tale.

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