I don't know what to tell you, so here's one of Maud Pie's poems. (It's about rocks. They're all about rocks.) "Rock. You are a rock. Grey. You are grey. Like a rock. Which you are. Rock." Solid work.
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I just don't feel like labeling the stories I put in Random, either because it would take up too many folder titles, or the stories here don't, from my perspective, fit any category I could try to shoehorn them into.