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The things you adore I with my heart loathe,
The pomp or the scorn? Well it is both.
Sparkly things, glamour and expense and such,
There..
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Somewhere at the endless foot of mountain a small stream sprang. It slowly flew downwards, among the rocks and bushes, all the way down to the forest..
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A poem (or song, if you will) I used in my novel.
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Wounded little doe, trembling with fear,
Tell me what it’s like to know your end is near,
Death is approaching andstretchingits arm,
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An old man sat down at his table, leaned to the food on the wooden plate and smelled it with delight. It was just a porridge,
but the mere fac..
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Having adjusted my mustache and my hair brushed neatly, the only thing which remained
was my coat. I looked around my chamber lit by radiant, ..
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Sitting on my horse,
behind me another town,
without any remorse,
a dumb smile of a clown,
shines on my lips,
flickers in my eyes,
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With a nature of pendulum, he can treat his heart,overwhelmed with rapture, he pushed it too hard.Artificial joy is sure to take its toll,the energy r..
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A short story about the dread of insects and such.
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My take on poems.
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