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untitled because my life with the thrill kill cult..A Poem by kersee9freewriting for a contest--yes i think in punctuation too |
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reading and the monstersA Story by kersee9She was always in a hurry to get ready for bed. Brushing her teeth furiously for the full minute Mommy prescribed; which never failed to irritate .. |
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cockle shellsA Poem by kersee9i stringa thousand cocklesin a ringa necklace tender and leapingat the loss of thema sea is weeping |
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the book of wisdomA Poem by kersee9my contribution to the world is.the d****e in the dollar store bagdown the hall ismy reward.there is no room for my integrity,my vision, my love,my st.. |
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Her Last KillA Story by kersee9Noir. |
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