Crimson_Catastrophe
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A chapter.A Story by Crimson_CatastropheThe battlefield I'm in does not smell of smoke and blood, but of pastry and chocolate. The sizzle and crackle of bubbling cheese echoes like cannon bl.. |
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Note to a dead friend.A Poem by Crimson_CatastropheFriend,We've been through a lot.I'm not sure what to say to you.You're dead now, though,So I guess you cant really hear me Say anything.I suck at thes.. |
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Words.A Poem by Crimson_CatastropheWhat is the word for the snowflakesFalling on your grave?What is the term-For boys who dieToo young? |
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A note to heavenA Poem by Crimson_CatastropheApril showersBringMay flowersThey said.You saw the showers,But not the flowers.So-As a note,The flowers sucked withoutYou. |
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StringsA Poem by Crimson_CatastropheWe're all connectedBy piano strings and rope and threadA cosmic game of cat'scradleStars crossed and tied togetherKnots and bows and tanglesBut people.. |
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Puddles.A Story by Crimson_CatastropheLeah stared at the ceiling. She'd always had trouble falling asleep, and that night was no exception.The clock on the wall read 4:18.Sighing, Leah dec.. |
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