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For miles on end, it
seemed,
Her thick plait would
travel
Down her back, it
would unravel
To the floor of
gravel
That sat outside her
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A Story by devon
An essay I had to write for Literature. Let me know if you have any suggestions, or just what you think of it! Thanks!
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His precious face
Was one she covered
in kisses
Before bed.
His innocence
Was the most
beautiful thing
She had ever known.
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Make sure to read the author's note!
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I drown in the salty
lakes
You fell in love with
so long ago.
I sink to the depths
of the lively sea
That you once sailed
in a dream.
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2 A.M.
Cold, uncovered feet.
Unoccupied bed
sheets.
Tired eyes are resisting
sleep.
But insomnia slaughtered
all the sheep,
So I cou..
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Emptiness found him
As he road away from
her
On the twelve o’clock
train.
He laughed.
Not because it was
funny;
He found i..
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She whispers stories
of days past
Into the quiet of
three A.M,
To the daisies in her
garden
She sings songs of sunshine
and rain,
And ..
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To Uncle Howard. R.I.P.
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Tortured Reality gave me three words (Cookie, Dog, and Fire) and this is what I came up with.
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