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I saw her first in room 2-B.
There she sat inside room 2-B.
Two rows ahead in room 2-B.
The only one that I could see.
I watched her f..
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Soft breeze, gentle sun
Melodic music, summer stars
Bubble, bubble
Coarse grass, rough bark
Loud laughter, children chilling
Bubble..
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The deepest thoughts on my feelings for her.
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Dedicated to a friend.
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Something I had an idea for about a year ago and finished today.
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My fierce ax strokes paint the campus bloodred.Red on the walls, Red in the halls, Red on my face-Basquiat was here- covers the world. I can't stop my..
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I took a trip last week to go visit you,but the bus broke down.I wrote letters festooned with gold wreaths onthe wings of doves,there was no reply.I c..
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If I had the money, I'd buy a gun and blow my brains out.If I wasn't afraid of immense pain upon landing, I'd climb the highest building and throw mys..
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A rose emerges from the frost,while the snow covered grass waves slightly.The chilly river floods over its banks andlife rushes to usher in the new da..
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The Time Traveler He sits cold, hungry, and alone in his tiny apartment room staring vacantly out the frost coated window. A rose withers away in one ..
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