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A Short thriller prologue, looking for critiques and compliments.
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I'm here and I'm freaked,the sun has sprung a leak.I've upped and gone,with weary songthe pain is in my feet.I'm standing by the best,supported by the..
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The snow flashed different colors.Bright and foggy hues steamed off the trees and melted into the night sky.The stars were connected by a single line,..
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Forlorn hymns flushed by with a grim wind,slowly skipping atop the water where I jumped in.The whispered words vibrations return and start again,leavi..
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Which foot do I step with first?Where do I find my reasons?Why do I cross a river with the intention of sinking?And why do words pour from my lips,thu..
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New poem series, emptying words onto this page deriving from whatever my feelings are at the exact moment I wrote them.
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Build things where they shouldn't go.
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I sat on a hill and saw a storm approaching,Days away it was from me,though others it would come more timely.So I gazed at the canvas and wiring of li..
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A distorted visage,a ransom decoupage,a burnt circle of sage,a tiring time of age.One orchid dyed blue,on rock heated to cook,obstructing the ant's vi..
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...Instead of a Red one.
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