Yet Invented
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Segregated NoirA Poem by Yet InventedRough poem about modern prejudices. I'm trying to work out meter and voice. |
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The Wristwatch NighA Book by Yet InventedClaudio has lived in a computer for as long as he can remember. His life is a mystery, his surroundings repetitive, his depression and boredom raging... |
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Crimson, ChernikovA Poem by Yet InventedWhat counts as a trophy? Victory? Vanity? Success? Failure? Memories? |