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The pushA Story by under nashuaI have seen this woman before, furiously scribbling in a notebook on the way to work. A lot of people revise documents or read briefings, carefully gu.. |
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ClearA Poem by under nashuaStroke of black on the still pageA tremble in responseA step outside the cage, however briefat least this onceIt could take a thousand strokesOr a tho.. |
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Did I, or would I?A Poem by under nashuaLost in the abyss, opportunistic blissfulnessStumbling mumbling spewing forth worthlessnessTrudge through the frailty with drunken agilityWith true ai.. |
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IthacaA Poem by under nashuaMaybe a rainy day turned to sunWet pavement was on the airCan’t quite rememberIt must have been summerNothing that day was routineExcept a paren.. |
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Night WatchmanA Poem by under nashuaThe days must meld togetherThe doldrums slackened boomNothing called across the windAggrieved and listless roomWatch bell never rung todayMore reason .. |
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BustacheA Story by under nashuaThough in her 40's, she runs across the platform with arms flailing, legs swinging wildly, and a huge grin on her face. She runs straight to this bear.. |
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