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A challenge to write a short horror piece based around a telephone book.
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I cling to a distant echo;
a whisper in thin air
and consider your love my destiny.
It's more than pain;
it's a crushing grief,
the weight of a..
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My sister is beneath a heavy weight of quiet sighs
as she sleeps under a pile of comforters, on a burgundy couch,
dreaming, I hope, of good thi..
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What happened
in the jungles of your life
that killed your soul,
leaving you un-whole?
Staring at the stars,
I know pieces of you
are in the bi..
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The great wave hangs endlessly near Tokyo.
At seventy-five, Hokusai had learned the patterns of nature,
so he painted the marvelous wave that does n..
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Returning to eat oysters on the half-shell,
preferring to sail small ships,
sharks stare, dead-eyed,
cameras in hand.
A big hug for old time&r..
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Writers Block, my old friend, back to stay.
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for the Ghost of PaulS.
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for a writing pair of friends
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Along the left side of my soul
I am torn beyond recognition;
Ripped and twisted and slowly decomposing.
My tears flow in silent meaningless rushe..
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