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Disconnected DynamiteA Poem by Ben MThey said her name was Grace,She had poison hair and spiderweb eyes,She stepped in line with a time bomb's pace,She stank of perfume and corpse eating.. |
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JournalA Story by Ben MMay 5 I feel as if I'm no longer living my own life. It's a cliché sentiment, maybe. And it may not be completely true. In the day, when I'.. |
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EyesA Poem by Ben MI look into your eyes at the future, at the walls behind you and at the shimm.. |
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Also FrightenedA Poem by Ben MF**k you, f**k you too words bounce about the room will you be my hydra head? the ugly monster under.. |
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The BibleA Story by Ben MJohn approached the colors and they said to him "You are now a god of unimaginable power" He looked at the colors "I want to go home" - The ni.. |
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