Bruce
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2 at 10 & 10 at 2A Poem by Bruceyou were sitting there crossed legs silk stockings endless grief nine to five yields none of your ambitions cordial smiles in the hallway a.. |
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CondoA Chapter by BruceI was never diagnosed officially with Bi Polar disorder, nor was my mother. Some days, like her, were mostly spent in bed staring at the ceiling for h.. |
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BitterA Poem by BruceBreak the silence hammer clutched madness skies red like bloodshot eyes nights forgotten on the eve of penance mind distraught at the thought a .. |
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Stir of EchoA Poem by Brucefrail bird spread your wings fly into the sun bright and shining as your lungs give way with each dying breath a cacophony of howls drifting echo.. |
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five easy piecesA Poem by Bruceto the dawn sky colored red peaking over the landscape of the silent west we walk like the dead lurching forward constant motion however slow .. |
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northern plainA Poem by Brucesome things around here. |
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the RiderA by Brucegraze golden wheat the sunlight pours through the funnel clouds 120 miles per hour dancing on the crumbled jungle of black tar surface, lines yel.. |
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Chapters 1-4 of my novella entitled Camelot Revis..A Story by BruceSpecial thanks to Amanda for editing this for me. |
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