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flicker of waterfish dance silent worlds to lifemy soul rejoices
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your proffered image
only serves to remind me
home can be renamed
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a collection of fiction "shorts". don't be afraid, you won't have to dedicate THAT much time i promise
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His skin always looked so smooth, she thought, And cool. Like the pale underside of a cucumber skin. She would often stare at the vulnerable whitenes..
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technically not the poem Devons asked for, but when the words speak, you listen. or else.
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for Devons' contest..
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I've often wondered where dreams go when they die. I mean, the real ones that confuse you with their too-vivid reality, not the fluff ones. Those ones..
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Her mind refused to shut off. She begged each curl of temporal lobe for surcease, for one scrap of human decency. Each plea was met with a humming el..
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIdIqbv7SPo
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Corbin picked at the annoying peeling skin on his index finger. Every summer, without fail, his fingers would always peel in littlespotsright along t..
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