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A Poem by Zoya
The doorbell rang; she rushed to open the door,
‘twas a windy day, and the rain decided to pour.
Behind the door, soaked in water stood,
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A Poem by Zoya
My hands are cold, my face is bruised,My clothes and shoes are torn.As I have reached yet so far,On the way that i had sworn.Carrying only a drawing o..
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A Story by Zoya
“Breaking news:
five dead and twenty-three injured in the F7 203 plane crash; the beautiful
city of Meagrown completely destroyed after the 7..
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