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A Poem by RSB
Wander.Snow covered mountains, sprinkled with bare trees and broken homes, overlook a pale blue sea of ice. She wanders the rink, neck craned, eyes fi..
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A Poem by RSB
There you areSitting pretty upon thin, blackened, well-manufactured sheets.You’re dark, you’re bold, and you have no hesitation. That thro..
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A Poem by RSB
Silence - Does it inspire?That remains a mystery For it has never presented itself to me. Does pure reticence exist or is it merelyTheoretical? How ca..
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A Poem by RSB
All that is real is - now. Then, without warning, it catapults into a vast collection of memorabilia far too quickly for its audience to appreciate ev..
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A Poem by RSB
We sit down for dinner, she and I Her tired green eyes are so lovely.Tired they may be, But they still shimmer.She is beautiful,She is kind,And she is..
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A Story by RSB
Every photo I take shows a snapshot of 10 years ago...
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A Poem by RSB
An incredibly short piece drawing a metaphor between two poor victims: an innocent little fly and a kind man who's done nothing wrong, nonetheless his..
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A Poem by RSB
A poem describing the soul of a serial killer from birth through his childhood to present day.
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A Poem by RSB
The library is my temple.
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A Poem by RSB
A short poem depicting the theoretical view of the third dimension from both the fourth and second dimensions.
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