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Wondering

A Poem by burnhouse

do youdo you ever, ever wonder;why do leaves fallwhy the nice things fade awaywhy we sometimeslose our waydo you ever, ever wonder;why do flowers diew..

˝The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Wen..

A Story by burnhouse

I press my finger to her lips. They’re still warm and I’m scared of the thought of them becoming as cold as this night that cursed us; t..

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