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A Fence blown crooked by the WindA Poem by Marlowe147The cigarette smell like Death across the table, so still and Persistant like raining atom bombs wiping clean the ground in big Ole erupting pops... |
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Only No Sun: Part IA Story by Marlowe147This is a serial story, a story told in parts, which provides a window into the imperfect world of David and Jennifer Stendhal. A couple burdened by.. |
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Only No Sun: Part IIA Story by Marlowe147The staircase leveled off and became a narrow hall, the room directly to the right. At the end of the hall a withering rose, kept from hanging limp .. |
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Only No Sun: Part IIIA Story by Marlowe147A dark space, a void in which angry thoughts, empty hopeless thoughts, fill and become. The shadow rose from the depths of the room and.. |
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Only No Sun: Part IVA Story by Marlowe147David came back in through the ringing door. His hands clenched into painful fists. Hesitation. “The found her. They fished her out of a rive.. |
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Blood In the SandA Poem by Marlowe147Flakes of burning news and brittle scrap Dissipated into the nothing air above the tin can Radiating, and heating the way. Blood in the sand .. |
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Good night-A Poem by Marlowe147Good night to those who are listening to the chimes hanging from the Red saturated bulb pulsating in the Heavy fog. I look at the light and.. |
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Inherited by the Young-A Poem by Marlowe147Looming Narrow and straight the ash trees burn to their green stumps Entwined Powerfully amongst themselves… lumber fallen to the wa.. |
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As gallant morning eats awayA Poem by Marlowe147As gallant morning eats away The cancerous night Time remains elusive Hidden in the space between Living and Dying; when the world becomes dark.. |
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…A Poem by Marlowe147childhood remembrances are always bland if you’re a middle class White kid like me Who hasn’t had it so bad you always remember thin.. |
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