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Is not the time a curious measure?How ‘round-the-clock our watches we impinge.And glimpse the ticking tocks of a track’d turn-pin.`Its cyc..
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The dead grasslands of Dethecia rolled in golden waves and crashed against the dark horizon. Here, life had become all but a long lost memory.Jeremiah..
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Gabe knelt down before a towering gate of iron with a cold bar clinched in each fist. Locked! He was kneeling at the center of the gate, where the two..
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I haven't thought of this in years. But when I was a child, I had a pet pig that Icalled Mr. Oinkster (stupid name, I know). Youprobably wouldn't beli..
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The word “tragedy” implies death, but inverted tragedy, on the other hand, implies life. Tragic life, the travesties of which (these are ..
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Read, write, and be read, but always be yourself, for your voice is yours alone and originality can be found within, if no where else...
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Dedication to the real Poets. The masters of poetry..
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We live by the abstract.
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For Slippery Pete, wherever you are.See back in Uppstate, New York in the mid '90s you couldn't find a single oak tree under which there weren't two b..
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To’ve sweet o’ercome the bitter, and warmth the cold,I would bear the bitter cold gladly,For the hurt we trade, a return tenfoldIn happine..
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