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A short story
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A mysterious tree with a hidden force.
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The bench of memory,
Engraved with the tears of death.
Valuable to those who are no
longer.
Once was so precious,
A grandad, father a..
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Your words cut me like a knife,
Puncture me.
My tears flowing,
Bloody face.
Stitches upon my brow,
Bruised lips.
My Heart,
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I'm no longer the same person I used to beYou see.Just like the tree above me.Both growing at a steady pace,Taking in the surroundings of such a beaut..
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Just a short story from a project I done a while back.
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A smile appears upon my warm face,M heart riding at a fast pace.Three words I'm longing to hear,Yet one being my fear. Love.Love is gentle,Yet I feel ..
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