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flash fiction
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lyric
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Spool of thread;
Fabric line.
In the right hands,
It can do wonders.
Creating beauty,
Style...
People,
Friends,
Enemies,
Loved ones&h..
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I loved you,
like my child,
like my brother,
like my best friend.
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I stood there looking at the headstone, I bent down and touched the brown granite, memories of my childhood flashing back all at once,
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gaze upon thyself and rejoice
in your beauty and talents.
leave the crows to feast on other things.
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Poetry
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Poetry
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Poetry
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prose piece/ Free write
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