Prodigo
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The Puppet KingA Poem by ProdigoHaha, it's pretty bad |
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Chapter 1: The Poor EnglishmanA Chapter by ProdigoThirty one hours of sea salt swirls beneath the skin. The waves tumble past him and his muscles strip one another to tread the water as the waves cr.. |
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Chapter 2: The Poor EnglishmanA Chapter by ProdigoThe pot blackened with heat and the fire licked the round bottom. Gordon stood at the edge of the stove bent over with a poker stirring the burning wo.. |
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Chapter 3: The Poor EnglishmanA Chapter by ProdigoBundled up beneath the sheets, Hardin watched the old man rocking with grit teeth and pursed lips as smoke rings hovered over the balcony railing and .. |
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Chapter 4: The Poor EnglishmanA Chapter by ProdigoChapter 4 An old man’s hands made of sea salt and fish scales pulled a net over the side of a passing ship. Tiny crabs and small fish caugh.. |
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Chapter 1: The Poor EnglishmanA Chapter by ProdigoThe sea salt dried and powdered his lips. The tide would wash it away and the sun would dry it again, leaving another film of powdered sal.. |
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The Poor EnglishmanA Book by ProdigoThirty one hours of sea salt swirls beneath the skin. The waves tumble past him and his muscles strip one another to tread the water as the waves cr.. |
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Vultures don\'t fly at nightA Poem by ProdigoThe Vulture does not fly at night. He shifts his feet down the branch Reveling in the absence of light Waiting for the chance .. |
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The Hive MindA Poem by ProdigoThe hive mind is made to be broken Each one crippled, every door open Skitter the honey, eat their wings Bash the walls, kill their queen .. |
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Emperors and PawnsA Poem by ProdigoGuided misfortune is elusive to us all A handful will fly and millions will crawl Tighten the reins on the devil’s steed We've filled.. |
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