RutabagaMac
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VulnerableA Story by RutabagaMacThe vulnerability of love |
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BrokeA Poem by RutabagaMacAbout how the world is corrupt the usual. |
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A Working Class ToolA Poem by RutabagaMacDepicting the rich getting richer and the poor suffering. |
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IndescribableA Poem by RutabagaMacI've had emotions I can't explain or give a proper name or description, until now. Let me know your thoughts. |
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Present DaymaresA Poem by RutabagaMacJust a rant from being observant I guess... it's sad how much we love things and how badly we treat people. I can't save the world. But I can call out.. |
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Tasteless and StaleA Poem by RutabagaMacStale.The taste of my life is stale.Bending but not breaking.Forcing it to no avail.No change,but all has shifted.I feel mediocre,I felt once gifted.M.. |
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Blog, I guess?A Story by RutabagaMacNot sure how to label this but I need to vent. |
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True TortureA Story by RutabagaMacMy real life experience... |
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In A Little BoxA Poem by RutabagaMacI'm in a little box.A 5 by 5 cold room.There's a telephone in the wall.I'm surrounded in gloom.I'm alone in this box.I do not know what to expect.Ther.. |
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I'm sorry, Dad.A Poem by RutabagaMacA look into my past and relationship with my father, it's a touchy subject and one of my biggest motivations behind my work. |