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Too fancy for something that ends up in a boxor a fire.Shiny and sleek-they were my favorite shoes.The laces' noosedangled in the center.I knew they'd..
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The butterflies in my stomach have died,choked on the dinner you made.One still has hope,treading weakly in the wake.Speaking my mind is forbidden,wit..
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“I never promised you success,” he said, “It was an
experiment. We didn’t know what was going to happen. That was the point, ..
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So cold.The night whispers,"No more light."No moon.Gods look away.Only wolves left.Bright fangs.Glowing round eyes.Howls at nothing.No Stars.The lonel..
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"Devil take the hindmost,"
they said to me before racing off,
leaving me to ponder my efforts
to keep my fickle spirit aloft.
The sky grew..
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This tea is cold; there’s no point now. The point of tea is to have it
hot. That’s why it’s so relaxing. When the warmth has escape..
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The light shining inonto my closed, heavy eyelids.The limbs stiff,not wanting to be budged.The mind foggy,unable to comprehend reality from dream.Time..
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The sweaters irritated his cold hands. He wasn’t sure
why he had to set up the sweaters, or why management decided to start selling
sweaters, ..
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The professor dismissed us and I packed up my papers and books. The
Creative Writing classroom, while cramped, seemed pretty empty. Most students
st..
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I had just turned three months old.My mother looked at me- those dead eyes,she icily said, "Show me you're worth it."She pushed me out of the nest, my..
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