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It's Been AwhileA Poem by picadaMy how time runs like sand through my fingers!His white-washed bones rattle and clink as he grasps.This skeleton man who never knew he died he clings .. |
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Walking SidewaysA Story by picadaThe room was stale and heavy with the residue of a dream that clung to the surface of her mind. She felt her body waking, her eyelids reluctantly ope.. |
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NoneA Poem by picadaMy feet know the way home down the long hot asphalt stretch. Past the reckless paraphanilia of this modern city, Past the rolling eyes and cracked .. |
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