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tired
leaden limbs
head swims
sweet honey waves
whelming back and forth
tidal
primal
fill me with smoke
let the blackness creep in
don't fe..
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I fancy myself a grand dame of a ship.A graceful frigate gliding silently into some unknown battle.I brace my port and steady my starboard for the mag..
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When I die I want to become flowers.
I want to grow under the sun and tremble under the rain.
I want to quiver in the wind and shiver in the cold.
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A science fiction short story
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The hot tears burnblack coal tracks down my cheeks.Salty riversfrom my eyes seep.The pain deep down within,the pain I keep hiddennow flows out.A ragin..
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Hi Daddy, it's me. Just calling again. Still no answer. It's my birthday, you know. Christmas is coming too. Didn't see you at Thanksgiving. Halloween..
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She sat, her hair a golden curtain about her shoulders,
Soft wet tears fell from her cerulean eyes,Forming crystalline puddles.She sniffed, a delicat..
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I am Alice as she goes,
Falling down the rabbit hole,
Falling, falling, falling.
All around are leering faces,
Books are falling from their cas..
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Your fist clasped my heart,Its broken wingsattempted to flutterBut metonly the iron bands of your love.Your love,Always to be outdone by mine.It scare..
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Poverty is the thing that swallows the
Sole on your shoes,
Completely worn through,
Though you wear them day in and day out
Because you know.
Wit..
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