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A short story that looks into the disturbing past of a gunslinger seeking revenge.
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When the day turns to that darker shade of grey,Your words I can trust, a feeling mutual to us.To make my sun shine through those wall clouds,Resting ..
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Colors, all having a distinct taste for the senseWhen children we were life, vibrant and strong.The sensation of waking up just to conquer the day.Sch..
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Shock.Vision gone, the future curtainsSight, the events about to play dueFrom this catastrophic moment.Cold, broken, frightened, alone.Heart nose-dive..
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Scenes of the night flash past vision, jarred from sleep.Projecting a film of hysterics, rage, and stupidity.Booze laden heavily on breath, the day co..
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Colors, all having a distinct taste for the sense
When children we were life, vibrant and strong.
The sensation of waking up just to conquer the day..
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A poem that describes a warrior anticipating the fight.
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An Anecdote of my living conditions in my dorm last year.
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A poem/story i thought of to dedicate to the Dark Tower series by Stephen King. Not the same story exactly but mostly just a dedication to the series ..
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A short poem i thought of when someone must be thinking in the final moments of death on a battlefield in the middle ages
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