Brad
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at 6:53am the world is a lonely place...A Poem by Bradsomething dark in the wee hours... |
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a few bumps with Big G...A Story by Brada distrought man calls a meeting with Big G, and he starts to reget it. |
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sunset death...A Poem by Bradthis is the end of the sun, baby the end of the day the rain will start soon and our breath will plume from our lips the stars signal our death .. |
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