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The circle encircled.Shadows marchon winter's breath,together in darkness,the blackness of eternal nightencompasses a smalltaper of light, melting.Wai..
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playing with words.
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The hounds from work wait.One could not face the day;the twists, the frowns, the angerplaced upon thee.I pulled up the coversheltering my thoughts,the..
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Discarded was TDropping letter t,change brought life, a new word can,she has everything now.
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Conditions.There are conditionsin small print to view;you are free to choose,but you are not freefrom the consequencesof your choice.Pick your bedthen..
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Shhhh! Its a secret!One had to be discreeton the discrete;a pair of homophonessounding similarbut having different meanings.After all,not many knew th..
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fictional ramblings
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I thought I saw....I thought I saw....myself youngerin the mirror.In the end t'wasjust a figment...of my imagination.
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Enlargement of shadows.In the light, the manwas just a shadowbut in the dark,a force to bereckoned with.
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The Stillness.The stillness of being.....only the sound of breathingthe heart beating.While moments of solitude,thoughts digesting, scramblingfor the ..
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