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A Chapter by Demyra
As I walked into thedoor I finally collapsed on the couch, tired with the day. Even the cold, solid marble floor would’ve made a great bed for ..
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The Last of the Puppet of Flesh inching Beneath the Skin
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A Chapter by Demyra
Everything was all wrong, everything was wrong. I’d just gotten to know her, just begun to understand…and it was over. All that remained ..
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A Chapter by Demyra
Because they f*****g deserve it...
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Fresh blood in the water,
fragrance aromatic, for I never sought her.
Oxygen defamates and imitates,
Oxymoronic contradiction irritates.
So I ..
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Together forever...
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Tragedy of a poetic reality...
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A Chapter by Demyra
I never understood her. She sat right there in the row before me in class, her lips motionless, her voice silent. Her eyes blank, empty, I almost wond..
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A Chapter by Demyra
As we got into my beat up Buick, I couldn't help but feel embarrassment burning my face as she played with the tattered fabric of the seat. Sharon rem..
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A Chapter by Demyra
I saw her the next day; her hair was in one straight braid, running down her left shoulder, to her chest. Some loose hair was lightly curled against h..
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