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Cover the windows.Close the door;Seal it shut. Blow out the candles; Take away the flame. Make it dark.Dark. Unseeing.Gone.Then stop, Listen.Whisper w..
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To all those who read and enjoyed my story Lost Boy, here's a little sequel for ya :) I hope you enjoy it. Haha I love all of you and have a wonderful..
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I want a marvelous dance in the moonlight,A magical swim in the starlight,A warm slumber where there is no flight.With you, my love, I'd spend all nig..
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I’m an ancient wooden puppet dollAnd will never cease to beA dummy dancing on the popper’s knee. Words are written on my lovely lipPoems, ..
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Things don’t always go the way we want them to. And sometimes, they veer so far off trackthey don’t ever return to what we once thought th..
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When a butterly is created,does the catipillar die?I know, in science, they are one;destined to live togetherforever.But when one leaves,and one comes..
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Lol It's kinda creepy and I'm not quite sure where it came from.. but check it out anyway and if you like it review it :)
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Max is done, he can deal with no more abuse, no more neglect. And so, he deceides to fix the problem.
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I spin around, gravel crunchingunder my heavy riding boots.The dense darkness encases anythingworth seeing as lurking danger.Twigs snap and I whirl on..
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Those storms that lurk like quiet waves a furry over the distant hilltops know not what power truly rests in their hands. They breath but do not think..
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