Oct
18th
2018
Rain · 12:09am Oct 18th, 2018
Rarity sat in her shop
She stared out the window
She watched the rain drop
While she sat on her pillow
Rarity needed to make dresses
She hasn't paid the bills
The local new ran their presses
"Carousel Boutique closes their tills"
The love for the craft was gone
It brought no excitement to her
Not the linen, satin, or rayon
Nor the silk, wool, or polyester
The motivation was missing
The love for fabrics disappeared
Rarity was reminiscing
Of a time the future was un-feared
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Milk_Barcast · 95 views
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Another work by one of FiMFic's literary masters. This piece has is an earthy feel, it denotes an almost delicate rendition of the Rarity that is known for outward richness and personal willpower. This work's focus on being short and sharp is peppered and dried to a refined palette.
The literary aptitude really shines on the writer's taste, which, thanks to lifted intelect and fine, savory, structured rhythms, makes this more than readable. It is a pleasant tease to the mind. Though it's capable of aging nicely over the next decades to come, it would be a loss to all who didn't enjoy it now.
tl;dr I liked the thing you did, mate.
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This... pleases me.
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am glad i did a thing that is good <3