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follow me down to the gravesilk burned upin the field of greyi'm swallowed by the earthwhispered into the airand lost to the sunsoul wonders'Will I di..
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The Jar: I shift my fingers through the mason jar. Touching the smooth soda-lime glass. Feeling the incidental scratches, so small, and rough, against..
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Ms. Carleta J. Andrews, looked anything but cute as a button now, oh sure, maybe a little bit cute, just... not so little anymore. Or button-like. He..
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A young woman named Meredith Green (not the best name)Goes around her community, looking for people who had,25 years ago, put there names in an old ja..
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This was a story I had to write in school.
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kiss my red scarswritten with a bladeacross my armand the streams of redhug my chestcause whats insideneeds it mostand thats what hurtswipe my tears w..
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Last weekMonday I thinksomebody walked awaythey decided they wanted to go to another placeNot herenot anywherenowhere.they didn't know where they were..
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my eyes burnwith incoming waterfallsof sea waterthey leave trails of fire on my eyesand my nose is congested with smokethe fire sizzles relentlesislyo..
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One steptowards a rusty bike wheeland a pea on a plateup a green hilland an iron gatecan make you feel like Edwardscissor handsand his scissor handsOn..
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Don’tAn occasional pounda fallenno soundDon’t look aroundA grove of treesA hollow loud starsWatch your backDon’t get hurtget smiteno..
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