LIFE OF STYLO
-- Act I --
A good walk’s way to the east, up in the windswept hills above the outskirts of Ponyville, a pegasus named Stylo stares intently at a sheet of paper. His mind is turning and his eyes are calmly closed.
“Mmm…hmm. That sounds right,” he softly mumbled to himself.
He opened his eyes and scanned the paper before him, reading the lines over once more.
The imaginary smiles
And the make-believe trees
Carry desperate dreams
On a humbling breeze
For behind those eyes
True feelings are found
But denial is safe
Quill in mouth, he pens one final line below the others.
While honesty...
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