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it's silver
the harmonica
and the light spins off its surface
as she tosses it into the air
and catches it
over and over again
remembering
a li..
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A Prophecy that will appear in one of my stories
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in the dream, i am walking downastreet in the middle of nowhere, wearingmy fadedhunter green Jeff Buckley tank top and a black crushed velvet peasant..
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The first day of school is always the same for me, but this year, my senior year, was even worse than usual. For some reason, someone decided our hig..
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The internet cafe was not as busy at night, and tonight there was just me and the other regulars. i waved and smiled hello to Johnny, who worked the ..
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The next morning was pretty mucha repeat of the one before. i got up, took a shower, got dressed, and headed to Sonic. i went throughhomeroom - Engli..
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The next threeweeks went by in a rush of Trig homework, art experimenting, hanging and laughing with my new friends, and passing notes with Artyem. B..
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i will never forget that day. it was a Wednesday. i was in Mr. Browning's class, laughing with Ant, Artyem, and Lena. Alanna hadn't been there all we..
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i had grabbed all the canned goods from the pantry and put them intwo large yellow recycling bins in the passenger seat floorboard of Kimber, one on ..
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The apartment over Danny's garage was fairly small, but comfortable. it was sort of laid out like a motel room, with a small kitchen and a bathroom o..
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