K. Edward Warmoth
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the end of our rope is a noose.A Story by K. Edward WarmothErvin raised his hand up as he walked through the narrow door frame. Balling a fist, he looked so distraught as he told us that there wasn't any a.. |
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I know what a f*****g lion is!A Story by K. Edward Warmothshould have stayed inside and blinked. |
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crux.A Poem by K. Edward Warmothwho calls so loudly? |
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andare in biancoA Story by K. Edward Warmothjust a sample for tired eyes. |
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libertine dissolves.A Story by K. Edward Warmotheveryone's dressing you up, dumbin' you out. |
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let this be but a scar on your hands to remind you..A Story by K. Edward Warmothif my eyes were a PC, my dignity would be the office chair. |
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songs for weddings.A Poem by K. Edward Warmothseeing god every time you makeout with a bar tramp. |
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