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This poem is an ode to my mother's friend, who I never have met, and never will. He committed suicide shortly after realizing his medication for schiz..
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These poems do not belong to me, but they belongs to Spike Milligan. I feel like posting this on here because Spike Milligan was an amazing person, an..
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Tears,Heavy with blood,Ebb away their mentalityFifty thousand marching men move.Across a wasteland of ice and corpses.Love is gone in this barren heat..
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A Chapter by Maddi
Moonlight glinted off the silver plain of water like dew on a frosty, autumnal morning. The water rippled rhythmically, as if breathing. One ray of mo..
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A Chapter by Maddi
Lysanda picked up the duster from her collection of items and began to clean the windows of the drawing room. Thinking about the decision she would ha..
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A Chapter by Maddi
Lysanda hurried along the servants passage, opening the door that led into the dining room. She slid into the room and stood beside another servant ne..
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A Chapter by Maddi
The day flew by so quickly, Lysanda didn't realize how close to making the decision she was. With the Lady Laile business, all the servants where swep..
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A Chapter by Maddi
She walked along the sand, water lapping against her ankles. The water was like a pane of glass, reflecting the bright red moon. Blossom floated down ..
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Lysanda is an outcast; always shunned by a prejudice society. But with powerful shadows moving, the outcasts are all the prejudice society can rely on..
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Water seeps over crags,Iridescent bridal veils,Murmur in the breeze.Clouds drift so gently,Billowing; forming pictures.Endless spirals float.Deep, dar..
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