Lyncoln (Lync) Pear
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Literary EscapeA Story by Lyncoln (Lync) PearThe words have reached up and removed the weight on my shoulders, my heart, and I can breathe. |
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She is Me.A Poem by Lyncoln (Lync) PearShe was not a particularly put-together girl. She had short, chewed nails painted with chipped black polish. |
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Slow Death by LoveA Story by Lyncoln (Lync) PearFrom the top of her bleached head to the bottom of her perfectly manicured toes, she had a burning desire that was ever present. |
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Why I Hate FlowersA Poem by Lyncoln (Lync) PearFlowers are synonymous with love, happiness, thoughtfulness. They are said to brighten any room. They are picked up after work “just because&rd.. |
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Why I Hate the Smell After the RainA Poem by Lyncoln (Lync) PearThe beginning of an experimental collection. |