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Her eyes, bright as yellow, touch the blue of my mind, whispering red in my ears; red words that catch the red of my life. I can't believe how can s..
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A tree touches me with his hand.The tree spreads hope through his hand.Some trees walk, some remain silent, some shout.His eyes caress my soul through..
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Dear Jeanette, It's been a long time since I last wrote to you. Do you remember John, my ex-boyfriend? You won't believe what happened! ..
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Walking. Such a simple word; such a powerful meaning for those who lack legs, for those who become snakes or fishes (depending on the type of life one..
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Like a grey cloud over a bright red roseon a pitch black nightHis eyes stare at me for the last timeHis face was as white as an albino BoaHis touch, a..
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She resembled the world in her eyes.The whole world would be reflected in her steps.Her confidence lay in the perfume she wore.The darkness of her ski..
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Hi! My name is Elizabeth, I want you to read this, for cancer is killing me and I feel the need to warn you about a place called Antamarina. After r..
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