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Wanderer

A Poem by Steven11

Still, on a wise mattress, Soggy pillow, vacant linens, Staring north at the snowy flatness. Letting it happen, White flag raised for the comin..

Bound

A Story by Steven11

The days were nicer and hotter but the air stunk more. Next door the others sat still. He loved the sugar cookies that came in the afternoon. He woul..