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CrimsonA Poem by Lucas GrashaCrimson I hear Church Bells ringing… Could they be ringing, coaxing along my trot, for me? Could I be God? No, no, I don&rs.. |
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Can You See Me Now?A Poem by Christina NicholeWhy do you look at meLike you don't even know my face?My eyes have met yours a thousand timesYou look away in a hasteWhy do you look away?I walk by yo.. |
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The Crimson Storm (Ch. 2)A Story by J.J.R. StotlerThe Adventure Tale continues with the next chapter |
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The Crimson Storm (Ch. 3)A Story by J.J.R. StotlerThe Adventure Continues yet again) |
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The Crimson Storm (Ch. 4)A Story by J.J.R. StotlerOoh....what a story so far. Let the Adventure Continue! |
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The Crimson Storm (Ch. 5)A Story by J.J.R. StotlerThe story continues with the arrival at The Økfen Order |
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The Crimson Storm (Ch. 6)A Story by J.J.R. StotlerWhat will happen to our adventurers this time? Let's explore to find out! |
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Beautiful Crimson Tears of AliceA Book by River GreenleafTeare is the perfect weapon. That doesn't mean she wants to be. (work in progress) |
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PrologueA Chapter by Nina St. MoritzIt was a small little cottage nestled in the folds of the great Penstemonial Mountains. Far from the prying eyes of society, this little family had lo.. |
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Blood LilyA Poem by Emily Dickinson Jr.A poem I wrote about a picture I found of a flower; I included the picture with the poem |
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Crimson TruthsA Poem by Emily Dickinson Jr.I based this poem off the anime inuyasha. It's about a cold, cruel man finding out he loves a woman but not untill it is far to late |
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Edgar Allen Poe (crimson)A Poem by BumbleEdgar Allen Poe. A puppet to tragedy.Crimson and gold words. |
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Crimson ChronicalsA Book by Brandon Lee CochranA book so amazing you have to read to find out. Thats all I can say. |
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Crimson ChangeA Poem by Navara-DesenOnce it starts it will never end, until nothing is left but a deep scar |
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Crimson MaskA Poem by Nemesis GShadows lurking behind my soul,Pulling at me losing control,I struggle with the urges soldiering me on,Blood on my hands a time long gone,My head is h.. |
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CrimsonA Poem by R.M.W.Deathis what she thinks aboutdrowning in her bloodon the floordyingas the lights come downwhen they're all asleepshe stands on the bridgelooking downa.. |
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AN ODE HAS FALLEN ILLA Poem by kublakhan2712 30 10 |
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