Veronica Ostling-Hirschberg
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In Which I Listlessly Muse Over My LifeA Poem by Veronica Ostling-Hirschbe..They tell me Not to wallow in painOr misfortune. Yet how can look Brave and feel boldWhen all odds are against me in This miserable world?The many gr.. |
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The WasteA Story by Veronica Ostling-Hirschbe..A world where I seek a malevolent solace. |
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Briney BlueA Poem by Veronica Ostling-Hirschbe..A short little thing I wrote for a project a while ago. |
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ErosionA Poem by Veronica Ostling-Hirschbe..Consciousness twisting and meltingI forgot what I used to bebefore this place andbefore this time.I know I had a home oncelong agobefore this.I rememb.. |
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As The Rush ComesA Poem by Veronica Ostling-Hirschbe..Mature content. |
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KnowingA Poem by Veronica Ostling-Hirschbe..Capturing the moments of self discovery. |
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AwokenA Story by Veronica Ostling-Hirschbe..I remember very little of the dream I had before I awoke with a start; the back of my neck slightly damp from the fear the nightmare had instilled in.. |
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UntitledA Poem by Veronica Ostling-Hirschbe..Stretching beyond the walls of human thoughtone constant hue remains unpolluted by our handsIt is always there whether we are alive or deaddominating .. |
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From Oslo With Love 2A Story by Veronica Ostling-Hirschbe..Each moment seemed to span lifetimes; the blink of an eye took months to complete. Staring into Gylve's piercing eyes I forgot how to breathe. Our fa.. |
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From Oslo with Love 1A Story by Veronica Ostling-Hirschbe..I could feel my heartbeat in my ears dampening the noise from the entirety of my family. Thanksgiving was never a favorite holiday of mine, but it me.. |
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