Pamela Gold
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FearA Poem by Pamela GoldThe stained floor, it continues to bleed no matter how hard I scrub. It lives, it thrives,The blood on my knuckles weaves within it. A constant re.. |
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Detour to OzA Story by Pamela GoldThe windshield wipers were having trouble keeping up with the rain, which spilled down in sheets. Gabby didn’t want to take her eyes off the.. |
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The PierA Story by Pamela GoldA woman is strangled with depression and has decided to take matters into her own hands. |
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His One & OnlyA Story by Pamela GoldWhat occurs when a loved one perishes... |
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