Seracies
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It�s Raining.A Poem by SeraciesIt’s raining. I can hear the rain Upon my roof There’s sound for little else It’s raining. The pitter patter A thousand.. |
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Its A Curious ThingA Story by SeraciesA seagull coasts directly overhead, caught up in a wind current taking it nowhere. The bird flaps its wings in a leisurely fashion. It sways slightl.. |
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ConfinedA Story by SeraciesTick. Tick. Tick. The incessant ticking filled his ears, allowing him no peace from the aggravating sound. His eyes flickered open, his pupils shrink.. |
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Fate�s Grave and Death�s GraceA Poem by SeraciesFrom ample grave does death beseech To come for all in sweet release Of old tombstone that keeps close guard From daylight walkers and fateful&rsqu.. |
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Slender BonesA Poem by SeraciesHer slender bones and skin so pale, Vanity’s need for reflection all frail. Her eyes downcast with sparks of shame, The burning need for forg.. |
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The Man�s FigureA Story by SeraciesMore metaphorical than literal. |
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