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Every Footprint a Grave {old}A Chapter by Austin Wade RunyonYears old poem |
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The Nightmare that is Waking LifeA Chapter by Austin Wade RunyonPretentious pessimism. |
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FetallityA Chapter by Austin Wade RunyonJust curl up into a ball… …nobody remembers who or what you are. You are… ...stagnant clutched to the chest, held close&hellip.. |
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This Is NowA Poem by Tony NoonThere are stale tobacco worldswhere dayworn dreams pilehigh alongside cups, cans andcartons, remembering last night.These are the places where weare n.. |
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