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� Arai crouched on her tree limb waiting for the watch to change and for the body to..

Fem stared at the cold dank ceiling. It dripped, and the cell smelled. She didn’t really like her name and was trying to think o..

Arai woke with start and settled back into bed. For a while she simply stared at the canvass ceiling above her, pondering her dream. S..

Fem crouched in the shadow of the wall. She could hear John’s breathing beside her, his falcon perched on his shoulder. Jeb&rsqu..

We used to be so close We used to be so near What changed our bond From one of love and joy To on..

It’s the little things in life that matter I’m sure you’ve all heard that cliché But just think back on you..

I am you, you are me Both for all eternity Eagles soar above the mountains, shrieking defiance for all to hear, but none can in tha..

I like talking in third person I think it is fun and exciting But people look at you in a weird way it makes you think You real..

Oh, no I made a mistake! You mean you're actually human? You don't understand! I can't, I can't! My god to hear you rant. But we could have died! ..

Leaves whisper like footsteps as they fall Dew gathers on the grass, a raven sees all A small chickadee chastises the raven F..