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I hurt,You smile.I cry,You laugh.I weep,You dance.I bruise,You rejoice.I bleed,You make merry.I die.You worry.I come,You hurt.I reach out,You cry.I gr..
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Finding it at last,Escape from the past.This must be the way.So what is left to say?The hatingAnd the waiting;Now hesitating.Then remembering your bel..
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A Story by Caein
A short story of a man's dreams.
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7 words, to 6 words, to 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
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A poem quite contrary to what the title suggests.
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