perfectlyadapted Writing

inspired by my biochem. lab work

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yes this is a story about a fortune cookie...they don't get enough love.

A slowing pulse makes a lullaby of beeps wrapping the most dangerous nightmares in sleep feel the cold creep in on the fingers while there s..

White picket fence splintered and grave a father fled his family of four nothing is as it was before A mother stands on a creaking por..

Compartment 114
Compartment 114

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we've got real world problems

I'll let the poem speak for its self

alone in a crowd

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