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Title says it all.
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If I met my 17-year-old self while writing "Can't Fight the Moonlight"
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This is my first serious attempt at slam poetry.
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I'm gonna take so much s**t for this story...I thought of it when I was 15, and finished it when I was 17. But I still think it's sweet. It's my own ..
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Marian laid sprawled across the stage, the lights shining down on her. Ah, yes. The stage. Born (well, might as well have been at least) and raised ..
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Marian walked through the door of her neighbor’s house. The door was always unlocked on Thursday, and the smell of the sweet and spicy herbs f..
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Marian fingered the bag of dust in her purse. Today was the day, to say the least. Today, she thought, today will I end the trouble. Randall will st..
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Marian lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling. Meditation didn’t help her. She knew that she threw the dust too hard. Well of course sh..
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“…so Renee, I think lavender really does your skin justice. Yeah…and if we get you just the right amount of flowers, you’l..
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Condemn me all you want. I'm a moron, idiot, dumbass...and a woman who loves a man she can never have.
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