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Photographs from my NightmareA Poem by sndgrdn4We base our lives on our desires and on our fears. Our other emotions seem to fall under the wing of our dsesires, which then intertwines with our f.. |
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The SpiderA Poem by sndgrdn4R.I.P. James Dean |
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Goodbye, sir.A Poem by sndgrdn4For great granddad |
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Ballad of the Funeral DirectorA Story by sndgrdn4‘I. Introduction’ Death. A word that has torn families, countries, and even men. A bitter word that feels so cold as it passes the lips.. |
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Used Casket: The zombie poemA Poem by sndgrdn4Free verse, no pattern. |
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Into the SwampA Story by sndgrdn4The muddy, thick water was still below the rotted trees, the top of which seemed to block out the night sky. Haunting sounds rang through .. |
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