Megan Schalk
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The TruthA Story by Megan SchalkThe crisp fall air tickled at my cheeks as I cautiously walked towards the Starbucks outside patio. I had been having nightmares about this moment for.. |
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Under The Willow TreeA Story by Megan SchalkHe sat alone, aged from many years of turmoil. His face showed his age most of all. The wrinkles so inset, they became canyons, the dogged tagged pa.. |
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Street LoverA Poem by Megan SchalkA broken heart bleeds memories Of lovers I can count on one hand But, I’m still branded a s**t Tears that fall like diamonds on lipst.. |
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