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This is the day America has died, it is a day for mourning; a time to hide. The children's are crying, for their love ones who's dying. This is the da..
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My fair swan, why dost thou not know thy heart?
Yet be it so that it may be, grace upon thy wings.
Grace the shade of purity white,
O' white the ..
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I am love's profound lost love, I fade each night away. I have gained nothing yet lost all,
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The night was young, I found myself walking alone in an empty park. It was the midst of winter, and all I could do was think of that day.
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This story was based on a dream I once had. I haven't written a short story in almost 10 years.
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As days gone by, I think of her but moments last was not forever. Her angelic face haunts me still, thinking of her makes me ill.
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Please read
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I lay naked, bleeding ink with pages of forbidden text; but though I'm ill yet cannot blink, you mockery tongue had perplexed.
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Fall has come, I see roses withered with timely settled of fluttering birds. The golden colors of fallen leaves, upon the grounds and upon the eaves.
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Rain pounding 'gainst my window; the sound of thunder, wind blow. Flashes of lightning, silhouettes of shadows; a nature’s melody for me to da..
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