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This was the last major story I wrote a while ago. My professor judged me on it, placing me in the place of the speaker, instead of remembering they a..
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Twinkle,
twinkle, little Gold Star,
how they
wonder what you are.
Hide and
seek, “Come out, come out,
wherever you
are!”..
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In lights
permeating a sea of subtle green,
the octopus
sat amongst them, coals burning
its herb
hair in masochistic delight. Eac..
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The ponderings of an office-supply cashier...
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A metaphor/satire/whatever you please
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Experimenting
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If I was an
artist,
I would show
you women as they are.
No
re-touching, no ignoring “God’s mistakes”,
no exagge..
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What can you see in just a glimpse?
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Tripping past the boundaries...
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it's tricky tricky tricky
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