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A Story by Mwash
Tears streamed freely down her
face, falling on his hand, clasped in hers. Her eyes were red with pain, her
haggard look a testament to many sle..
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A Story by Mwash
A story inspired by my poem, The Tune.
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She
was the one,
My
mother warned me about,
Yet
my sweet mother’s words,
Went
pitifully unheeded,
Attempts
to edify my reso..
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The tune floats
through the night air,
Permeating its
deafening silence,
He can see it
move,
Undulating in
the breeze,
In smooth
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A simple thought on statistics on human life
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I still remember that kiss,
Feeling your lips against mine,
The only thing that mattered,
That glorious moment with you.
I..
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A reflection of war and violence especially in Africa.
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He hugged her tighter
still,
Knowing the end had
come at last,
They slept in each
other’s arms,
None wanting to leave
first.
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A piece written in a moment of madness.
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Just a thought.
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