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Laslow:Laslow found himself running through the Darkwood, how he had gotten there was quite a story. He had spent the past 10 years working his way up..
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In the hustle and bustle of city life,I sometimes look around,All these people have a life,All these people have their strife,it’s staggering so..
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A tale I wove for honors english, I just couldn't bring myself to leave it unpublished
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The piano drowns out the sounds of decayThe place where they come to toss life away'Tis here that they come to live in grandeur,And leave their cloaks..
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Sunlight flicks through golden hair,
Eyes gaze into a book,
What worlds are there oh maiden fair?
What darkness lurks ahead?
As every page helps ..
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I bid you a-due,
my elder, my friend, and I know that god will take you back,
And pray how I may, surely I know that it shall not bring you back.
T..
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At the time I am writing this, it is 12:54 AM on Dec 9, 2016. Why am I writing poetry so late? One may ask, well, ill tell you, because I enjoy it.
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"Cap'n Novak!" Cline shouted, desperately trying to be heard over the other chatter in the bridge. "What?" Novak replied, startlingly calm despite the..
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"Im sorry, my love" Novak muttered as he knelt in front of the large marble slab. It had been seven years since his fiancé had died, he still ..
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