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In the Hands of Hope, WarA Poem by Dirty DovesI am applying for a Policy Analyst position at the Department of Justice. Again. They don't like me very much. |
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At Least Give Me the FingerA Story by Dcan anyone relate? |
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Letters of the wolfA Book by HoneysucklestoriesLinnea Osmond was finally turning 18, and up to her ascension as a leader in the Evergreen Pack. It was time to meet all available suitors and receive.. |
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EnvelopesA Chapter by HoneysucklestoriesLinnea's Story Perspective warning: foul language, sexual commentary, and mature themes |
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How to FlyA Story by NathanGarnderA man gains a book full of their hatred and resentment towards him from his family and friends, which causes him to learn how to fly. However, this pr.. |
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The gatheringA Story by hasbibiii... mind your business, even if your son is being cooked alive. |
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When you owe the darknessA Book by Rick |
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A Snake in the WeedsA Story by tatumjoleenJim Horton, a outlaw, finds himself having to go back to his roots as his old friends need his help in a bank heist. |
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Be not QuietA Poem by iTryToWriteAllTheTimeAmbitious thoughts seeking community. Let me know what you think. |
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Child's PlayA Poem by iTryToWriteAllTheTimeChildren's games and nursery rhymes |
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I Polished My Gun TonightA Poem by KiaA gang leader reflects after committing a murder. |
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survival 2.0A Poem by a bad habita warrior, alive, bruised, mutilated.the swords his teeth, and he h u n g e r sfor the violence, the pain, the nectar, of a storm. he is a warrior; he.. |
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Ballet and ViolenceA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse - and strange vision |
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The Reality of Good Drunks and Unofficial Beatings..A Story by Ken Simm.Part Two of the Beatings Cycle. |
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On God's Cold ShoulderA Story by AEIf he died that night, then he died alone. |
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Bleeding for the WorldA Poem by suuyuwriteyunuI want to break something. It doesn't matter what I break. Whether it be the chair, the stage, or my hand, I want to see destruction. I want to see .. |
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Broken ThumbA Poem by Escaping Myself AlwaysA poem I wrote from the depths of my heart |
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