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An ode to John Keats Ode to a Nightingale.
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I watch, if not for only the moment,I am glad that you're having a good time.And I'm glad that you got what you wanted, that was my wish.And I still l..
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An intricate metaphor.
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"Oh that's not good." I said. "I'm sorry, Tyler, you're the first boy I've kissed!" Katie said. I laughed. "No Katie, not that." I said. "Turn around..
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I got home that night around six or seven. My grandfather was sitting on the porch swing. That ridiculous blue paint was actually starting to grow on..
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They say that writers write because they have no choice but to write. For whatever reason, their emotions would implode in an enormous shower of pain..
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I was in my boxers when she stormed into my room. I hadn't done anything other than shower and brush my teeth for the last three weeks. My hair was d..
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Let me take a couple steps back: Katie wasn't the only one who called me during those three weeks. Luke did as well. He called almost as much as Kati..
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That night, my grandfather decided to take me out with him for the evening. There was an old back road in town that everyone knew about it. It was ju..
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Red is the color of love, lust, pain, life, blood, passion, and anger. It is the color of Tyler Pate, an
outsider in the town of Muskogee, Oklahoma,..
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