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Grasping
We are teetering, can you see these pale fingertips?
Clasping to this cliff side grows more treacherous every day,
I can&rs..
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Words
Words can bear so much, so little, within meager frames.
They can bring about the rise of an empire,
Or spur the sedition of o..
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Structure’s
Desolation
Wading through the debris and the dead,
I cannot help but question the choices we have made.
The pa..
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Puppets
You see them across the room, strokes of fate awhirl,
Peripheral sight catches peripheral sight and becomes
static.
If the univ..
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Mirror
You forced all these things I didn’t want to see
Until all that remained were nightmares in place of
dreams.
Pushing an..
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The
Wandering Soul
Birthed in the sapphire seas of the Caribbean, already
matching such beauty.
She was set to make her home where her..
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The Raven
A child of the South but fair as the North,
Eyes of ice, with a jet mane.
She walked in, paralyzing all who stopped and stared,..
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Short story following two key characters from future book series. Essentially, I'm using the short story as a way to acclimate to writing within the u..
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His chest crested with every rapid breath
taken,
And fell with every sharp exhale.
In disbelief and shock, he stood and simply
stared
At th..
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Gypsy souls know no roots nor foundation,
They know only the wind.
It carries them where none else may go,
Singing lyrics the envy of bards ..
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