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Melancholy Jazz

Melancholy Jazz

A Poem by GirlMeetsWORD


There was a bird.I remember it tapping on the window seal and it said that it wouldn't stop until I woke up to face the day.But it was bland.The day h..
The Move

The Move

A Story by GirlMeetsWORD


*Whistling of the Indiana wind*The sun is setting and I’m steady trying to beat it with everything that I was suppose to get done today. I hear ..