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Painting One’s SelfA Poem by ZoëLeBPeople are a blank canvas and life’s a painter |
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The Sound Of The SeagullA Story by ZoëLeBIt felt like a constant stream; flowing through my ears, to then crash inside my skull and pool together my brain-- swirling round and round and risin.. |
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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