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Fire.When I look at you, I see fire. I feel fire. I breathe fire.You are the fuel source, the heat, the oxygen that permits my fire to burn.Through th..
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Winter?
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a lot more rhyme-ish than my usual.
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Short, yes.
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A thunderous shout, you lash back like lightningA hurricane of emotions crashes over meYou spin to face me with the violence of a tornadoYou are my st..
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Flash fiction.
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My eyes alight with the coming dawn, I climb for the sunrise.Upward, outward, forward. Onward.Every burden passed, I sprint for clarity.Upward, outwar..
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The mantis kneels down to preyUpon yet another unfortunate victim.Her black heart is widowed again.
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The wind outside blew so furiously through the window that it knocked a picture off the closest table. I, feeling tremendously inconvenienced, got out..
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