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We Sat There For HoursA Story by Katie MarieWe'dsitthereforhoursonmyapartmentfloor,pilesofdirtyclothesaroundusandascatterofplastic,jarsandunfinishedbooks.Youwouldfocusonthefloor,youreyesfollowin.. |
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It's You, And It's A Bad IdeaA Story by Katie MarieItellmyselfeverytimethatit'sabadidea;theworstidea.AndifIdoit,there'snocomingback.Notliterally,ofcourse.I'llcomeback;I'llwalkbackthroughthosedoors,limp.. |
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Care For YouA Story by Katie MarieI just don't like people. I like possessions because they can't talk. Understandable? |
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Arpeggios of Lost AfternoonsA Poem by Kelly ScheppersArpeggios of Lost Afternoons Another morning of breakfast in bed, you drink the barenessfrom mysun dressed shoulders dissecting the preface t.. |
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Yes, I'm Talking About Her AgainA Story by Katie MarieAbout a girl and stuff |
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If I Were TeaA Poem by Katie MarieI just really wanted a cup of tea |
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Tea And CoffeeA Story by Katie MarieIrememberonce,weweresittingthere;youhadtea,Ihadcoffee.AndIspokeforagesabouthowIlovedthebittertasteofmycoffee,andIwatchedasyournosescrunchedintoabunch... |
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Sonnets Of CynicismA Poem by Katie MarieI had to write a set of sonnets for my shakespeare class and the teacher allowed me to do mine based on cynicism, this is one of the sonnets. |
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Another sonnetA Poem by Katie Marieanother sonnet in the collection |
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WaitingA Story by Katie MarieI'm waiting for my girlfriend and this is the result: me complaining about waiting and really nothing else. |
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Cereal BoxA Poem by raeraeGood to be back writing nonsense poems I have to admit |
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No PantsA Poem by DaughterNature“I see you did decide that pants are overrated,” as he stumbles from bed, blue-striped.. |
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Breakfast.A Poem by Maija DarlingIt's silly for meto believe in fateor even love, for that matterBut shooting stars don'thappen behind just anybodyAnd feeling your spirit igniteat the.. |
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CenterpieceA Story by Chad SellPrompt: Write a story that takes place over breakfast. |
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ABOUT ABELAA Poem by Terry CollettA MAN AND WOMAN AT BREAKFAST IN 1972. |
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Ryan Meets Sandra And Never Sees Her AgainA Story by Zachary StelmachRyan can fall in and out of love without Sandra trying. |
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Lisgar StreetA Poem by mackenzi_drewMy suitcaseJeanne's GuitarMattress on the floorBreakfast at the BistroPizza the night beforeCupboards are all empty There's echoes in the HallNo food .. |
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