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A Story by zaney
part one.
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A Story by zaney
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I ask if you want to get a coffee. You ask what time, and where. Your neighborhood, naturally, and sometime later. I don't know.
By now I'..
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A Story by zaney
a brief sketch of one of the more charming beings i've encountered.
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A Story by zaney
Sleep doesn’t come easily to Franklin anymore. Now he’s got worries restricted to the realm of adulthood: bills, books, work, making f..
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i bite my lip to red
and remember
fear i felt so long ago it doesn’t matter
i was a kid
and i faced a monster
a stranger
eleven feet tall,..
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rife with inaccuracy and doubt.
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please, not another love poem.
i’ve had enough of that.
i’ve had enough of your eternal declarations
repetitions
assumptions
fortun..
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A Story by zaney
four hours in november.
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A Story by zaney
Any compatibility between the two was imagined. His sensibility reflected the tastes of the time, the style, the mode – he only showed a shadow ..
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wherein we fight the urge to take flight.
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