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A Story by BB
He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets; his head bend against the driving rain. People rushed around him, try to get out of this summer shower.
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A Poem by BB
Of hells fire, or heavens light
Of which did you spawn
A fiend of darkness or an angel of dawn.
A flame, malice, crooked and evil
Or a light, to g..
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