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It’s late at night. I can’t sleep. The clock says it’s 1:12. My train of thought is leading me through my memories. I don’t h..
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You may have heard about me. I’m the greatest author in the world. Ah yes, truly, mere mortals of the English language bow down to my excellenc..
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What if there was a universe that was just an endless library filled with countless shelves and an infinite collection of books? Imagine it. The shel..
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The breath of the wind caresses my face in a way that reminds me of my future lover, here in this wide open field by the small hometown I have reside..
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We will never find a new home.And now, I’ll never believe thatIt is possible to explore the stars.After decades of research, we now knowThat&rsq..
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Like as the wind creates waves on the salty sea,Making them evolve new shapes to no easy end;So does nature create my laudable legacy,In frequent toil..
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Fly away, fly away, passeth through the treesPerched atop, seeking wind, far as one can seeHead held high, feet firm low, dignified can beThis crested..
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Why is life so… romanticized?It’s not always love and hate, light and darksurprise and adventure, happiness and sadnesssieges of castles,..
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I’m holding onto the lingering flavourThis liquid designed, this legacy of bovineBrown, gooey goodness to savourOh sweet cattle, of my favour is..
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I used to think Hewas a man in robes.With wavy hair, kindnessAnd he could refuse deathMake nature bow down to His kneesFish and Wine and Bread.Now the..
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