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My Life As A Sex Slave Chapter 1A Story by frecklearmsA young redhead talks about the time that she was kidnapped and endured through numerous sexual tortures. |
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My Life As A Sex Slave Chapter 2A Story by frecklearmsA young redhead talks about the time that she was kidnapped and endured numerous sexual tortures. |
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Atman. Atman.A Poem by Robert RonnowI have no clue what Krshna taught Arjunabut I like the name Atman a lot.Atman. Atman. Where a man is at.At all times. No matter what.Gita, get in the .. |
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Awake On TimeA Poem by Earl SchumackerBeing awake and productive |
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SootA Poem by Robert RonnowSoot on LA highway signs. Billboard of you,a real estate agent. All endeavor slidestoward inertia, extinction, forgetfulness.It’s very tropical... |
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Mary SagittariusA Story by R J FullerA woman's life seems to be in a rut, until she gets an idea of what a true rut could be. And she must discover the simplest solution to depart. |
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Apology to My FeetA Poem by Wanda Vergara-YatesIf I don't treat them nice, they might file suit against me. Image found via Google search. Public domain. |
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Another day at the Office.A Story by Jason ScottA nerdy office employee begins another dreadful workday at the office. |
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Early Morning ChaosA Poem by Alex Van Eker|PoetryJobs that pay the bills |
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One with a Broken Heart…A Story by Jennifer WebsterA pandemic can change everything... |
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The World OutsideA Poem by Cameron GilhoolyA reflective free verse poem |
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ContingencyA Poem by Robert RonnowThe moon gazesthrough April’s silver maple.To work, to drive,to drive to work.Earth's half-in, half-outof the sun’s habitable zone.The rus.. |
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What WorksA Poem by Michael R. BurchWhat WorksbyMichael R. Burchfor David GosselinWhat works―hewn stone;the blush the iris shows the sun;the lilac’s pale-remembered bloom.The.. |
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The Evening After: With Almonds and Raspberries an..A Poem by MichelleI am still tenderEyes stingingWhen I blink away the acid I dove into yesterdayFor you with youWarm belly boilingAnd thighss u s p e n d e dmuscle crac.. |
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Modern-Day CurrencyA Poem by Starlingwe have become world-weary and lost discarded freely as we tally up the cost the prices and the losses from workers up to bosses making su.. |
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