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I wrote the first draft of this poem one night when I couldn't fall asleep. Since then I have rewritten and edited it more times than I care to count...
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I walk along asa butterflybobs up and downjust beyondmyself,up and down, down along my path,but it is only a leaf,dead,brittle,now crumplingbeneathmy ..
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This is actually a story I wrote for someone I worked with at an Italian restaurant. Mainly, it is a slice of life through the mind of a server.
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I've come to imaginea pair of wings upon my shoulders,both feathered and slowly flapping,I'd but lay there calmly lying,envisioning translucent wingsb..
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Beside this bed,outside their room,beyond my fugue,where others loom,out through their barsand sterile glass,past lurid lots,and fresh cut grass,by li..
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To whom it may concern,Remember our times?Yes those.I know you knowWhat we know;I was there.I can't help but to laugh.The songs,an epitome of what we ..
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The second of three short stories I wrote for my nonfiction class.
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Written for my Creative Non-Fiction class, the first of three stories.
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Merely a quick story I made for a friend who wanted me to improv a "darker, grittier" piece. 15 minutes later... here it is. Edited a bit, of course.
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