Markus
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The GunA Story by MarkusThe gun felt heavy and cold in Jude’s trembling hand. A cold salty sea-breeze wisped through his hair as he sat in the sand cross-legged with h.. |
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The BreezeA Poem by MarkusNature.....and a girl I once knew. |
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Wonderful To Be Taken ForgrantedA Poem by MarkusThings you want to say, but can't. |