Shaina Clingempeel
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Sometimes it's the silent talks afterA Poem by Shaina Clingempeelrestless souls waltz out of bed for pancakes with syrup and black coffee too bitter for the tongue. I on the kitchen counter, and you kissing m.. |
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Smoke BreakA Story by Shaina ClingempeelThat night, I perched myself on the edge of the steps outside of my apartment complex, my fingers twisted around a cigarette. Funny how family&rsquo.. |
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Business MattersA Story by Shaina ClingempeelIs everything conceptual? |
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Battle ScarsA Story by Shaina ClingempeelFrom what do we derive meaning? |
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