I'm posting Juliia's entry for her, because she's vacationing in New York and doesn't have access to Protagonize.


Fortune looked o'er at me, but quickly turned,
All's not well within this world– I've been burned,
Imperfect's not an acceptable answer,
Looking for kids sans the "imperfection cancer",
Under the eight ball, it squeezes me still:
Right as I make it, my life takes a spill–
Error, an incubus, is caught, with a pink strip flicking amid fangs...

The End

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