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Dancers of See-Through SpiritsA Story by MelanieAnn"And with that they lay, done with their spins and twirls and into Earth's grassy ground." |
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Paint The StreetsA Poem by The Poet of Black WingsPaint the streets. Our cities are colorless, Grey. They lack a Beauty and soul I know they're Capable of. We built them to Be organized... |
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HighwaysA Poem by M.J. Gamboa.Encounters by highways aren't always the best options |
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The Loss of Modern PoliticsA Story by Keenan AngelThe way I see and view current politics |
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Melancholy in a Slow-mo City Part 2A Story by StratospherePart two of my Melancholy series in which 'you' have returned to your perch to contemplate life. More clichés abound. |
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Fall of the St. CaterinaA Book by David KennedyThis is the Fall of the St.Caterina, this is the end of the world. It's also a kick a*s bookI am in the midst of writing. If you like it, don't for.. |
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Chapter Two; Brotherhood of BloodA Chapter by David KennedyJuunadgrand is one tough son of a b***h, but how does a canid alien like him wind up in a dark prison cell? |
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Tree Conservancy in The CityA Story by Stephen J. VattimoA short humorous story about the scarcity of tree in the city. |
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Something's Gotta GiveA Poem by T.S. ClausEh, nothing special really. If this is your first reading of mine, I encourage you to check out my other, much better, writing. Thanks! |
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Right of PassageA Poem by Terry L & Linda L Shuffcommentary about cities plague |
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OversleptA Story by YouoweYoupay"... a picture of a city I had no hand in making." |
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AMERICA, BEYOND ANYONE’S EXPECTATIONSA Poem by anthony blakeSECRETE GROUND BECOMING A BIRTH OF A NATION |
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Relative CultureA Story by anthonyhw3It was a day, yes, with a sun and some weather. Dr. X had recently been assigned a destination where he would help the local people install their Dir.. |
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On The WaterfrontA Poem by Zoe RichardsonThere's more than one kind of ghost town |
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Broken by a city I loved so muchA Poem by NevermindI wish the water could carry me back Up through the mountains and into the past When I dreamed of being here where I am today How many times can on.. |
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