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Searching for the chalice, malice to the bone;longing for a treasure that the man could call his own.He's weeping through the willows, wading through ..
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I came home from The Swell Season concert, sat down, and started typing. I stopped typing when the words stopped coming easily. I didn't edit it.
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I got drunk last night, woke up with a splitting headache, opened my laptop, and wrote this. Apparently, something about my head throbbing inspires me..
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I saw the servant girl enter my chamber from the corner of my eye. I didn’t move from my spot at my desk, I had been lost in thought..
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I wrote this for a creative writing project. I wouldn't say that it's great, but it's the best one of the set and I feel like I should upload somethin..
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