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Views From the PorchA Poem by Cas MurrayIt is as if the trees dangle from the sky. The empty limbs bare against the lilac wallpaper; the most beautiful room in the house. The su.. |
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homeA Poem by Alfred Kukitzcome on in |
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How To Choose A Backpack Leaf BlowerA Story by steve turnerChoosing a terrific backpack leaf blower ought to sometimes end up terrible in case you don’t recognize the way to do it nicely. |
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Clown EvidenceA Poem by Jcortz3I watched you in your sleep you seem like a nice boy.I watched you ever since you moved here.I'm the one you heard scratching at the window, that wasn.. |
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Fringes.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldA look at what the mind focuses on in a funeral home, well at least for me, those damn fringes will haunt me forever. |
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SonderA Poem by Final-Karma"How dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge?" |
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My Own SaviorA Poem by AiHI'm tired of waitingfor a saviorin glistening armorstained with the bloodof his pastto comesave meI have my own armormade of frecklesand scarsI have m.. |
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A New HomeA Story by Views_She_Writes30 days of Inspiration for Fiction Writing. Situation provided and a story is to be written with the situation. Situation provided: Your character mov.. |
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It's Not My HomeA Poem by Raj SahuThe poet laments on the shameful state the entire mankind has reached. |
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Jeremy Mueller Insurance Agency, Inc.A Story by Jeremy Mueller Insurance ..Serving North Scottsdale & surrounding communities |
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The Highest RealmA Poem by Gypsy DreamerThe place I'm from. |
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Keep a CandleA Poem by Debbie BarryA new nursery rhyme, which poppep into my head in the night. |
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My home is the lightA Book by Erick EdwinThe path for self-acceptance and discovery of the boy inside |
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Come Home to MeA Poem by Melissa JammaFinding peace within oneself. |
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FireflyA Poem by pterodactylYou brush away love like it's cold. I'm left grasping at the shell of the person you abandoned. Dig down deep past those vacant eyes to see this love.. |
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HOLIDAY'S END.A Chapter by Peter RogersonThe historical coach trip, in which on old lady invents underwear and a condemned man is set free, comes to an end... |
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Dotish HumansA Poem by z.chériAttack. |
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