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The tea half drunk,The tags ripped off,The room now empty,Save me and my memroy.I shiver despite the heater,My body confused.Calm now,Angry now,Fearin..
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just a cold (and lonely) night where too many things arise in my brain.
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I can see the guillotine from my window.
Patrick’s hand moved patiently across the page. It was strange to write slowly when he had so littl..
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Autumn — 1729
I can see the guillotine from my window.
Patrick’s hand movements were quick and sloppy. The words on the page were bar..
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She held the newspaper with one hand and pinched her lower lip with the other. Her eyes jumped from photo to text, photo to text. With two fingers she..
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Sam, deferred from fighting in WWII, battles his own guilt while pining over his long time love.
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We all want to believe our children will love us
Hold us, kiss us, stay with us,
and wrap their little hands around our fingers
Big eyes watch b..
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We all want to believe our children will love us
Hold us, kiss us, stay with us,
and wrap their little hands around our fingers
Big eyes watch b..
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“Earth 2 . . . because we all want a second life.” It may sound like a cheesy tag line and of course you’d never be taken in by some..
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