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A young girl once satUpon a rustic seatAnd there was a journalOn top of her lap so neatHer ankles where crossedHer hair was curledAnd yet she sat and ..
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Today in the park i was talkingWith me, myself, and IAnd slowly as we were walkingMe told a little lieBut then myself called her outAnd said "that's j..
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Butterfly cadencesteady wing-beatbutterfly floatingDefying DefeatFragile butterflyOr so it seemsMeek butterflyFloating above streamsbut i do believeTh..
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Handsome FireIntriguing flameWhats there to dowho is there to blamenone and allso dance and danceSpit out the linesSpin the tranceFeel the earthas you..
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A story that grew from a plot bunny
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Before we begin I ask for a moment of your time. When you
were young, you most likely did two things. You read entertaining stories with
hap..
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Just random mutterings, ideas, baby plot bunnies, character ideas, and vague outlines.
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A history, background, descriptive of Empya
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Gray rain clouds crowded the sky, spreading like black ink in water. Emilee's eyes scanned the horizon for a break, a gap in the melancholy sheet. Wit..
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You say i hideBeneath a veilBut is your assumptionTruly real?For perhaps i danceBeneath a cloakThe only movement you could seeWas the vibrations as i ..
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