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For Alyssa
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Sleep, begrudgingly, is giving way to consciousness. There is a struggle in my aching head. I want to keep my eyes closed, let the world work, tick, ..
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And I'm driving through this autumnal scene with red, orange, yellow leaves clinging to the branches of the trees, which envelope the road. And I'm h..
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He hated the way that some of the older patrons would leer over her. It filled him with a peculiar type of anger when he saw their glances, eyes full ..
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What Mila didn't know is that, only four years ago, Jason was a man of some significance. He had been quite a prominent lawyer, aiding in a key trial ..
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"Mila, when are you just going to say yes?"He sat there on his stool, just like he had a hundred times beforehand and he studied her. If you paid atte..
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Do you expect the dagger,with the heart on your sleeve?Surely you know thatyou'll bleed?Cause the sinners and angelsalike, well they aintall that nice..
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A rather odd piece I wrote... somewhere between a long poem and a short story, that tries to contrast the ideal world that can only exist in art and t..
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Do you remember that summerthe one we spent in bedthe one that went by in a blurWhat do you remember of that summerwill it be the way the sheetsstuck ..
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