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A Poem by Brid
They say you are self-destructive,shake their heads and frown,Never askimportantquestions,only sympathetic sounds.I look towards your wife.Her long sk..
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A Poem by Brid
My face at midnight is sharp,not round,my skin is pale and my hair,darker than black.Shadows catch and stick on my mouth and eyes.My face at midnight ..
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A Story by Brid
AreDreamersa minority?SometimesI wonder, in this modern day, if people haveforgottenhow to day-dream or if they are simply better at hiding it. Youc..
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A Story by Brid
What can I say to a friend whom I no longer know? Call back old memories of our time together, saying, "Remember when...?" If they mattered, the ques..
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A Poem by Brid
as a proud hatter myself---
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A Story by Brid
prompt from lit club!
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A Poem by Brid
Is it the glow from street lightsor open window eyes,no blinds?The asphalt is studded with gems-Softer than diamonds,clearer than opals.Do you wonder ..
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A Poem by Brid
Dreams like awillful and headstrong child ofhoof-flight, through thedusty passages of herpast, intowide open spacesNever go back again, forwhat is los..
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A Poem by Brid
I feel beige today.If you cut me,my shell would breakI feel trapped insideand uniformly drabI know I'm redand dark on the insidea study of gruesome el..
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A Poem by Brid
i've been listening to a lot of florence + the machine lately...
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