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I stared down at the figure in bed. His body lay relaxed,
nearly as pail as the sheets covering him. My spine, however, was rigid as a
tree. Hot te..
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A diologue between a man and women as they express their love that entwines and flourishes with their shared passion for music.
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There's a perpetual chill in the airWhere the voices whisper ever softLike a wind whisked through your hairLike the tired lessons mothers taughtHowpro..
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Evelyn, Madeline, Christopher, Vincent, and Marlene visit Evelyn's great-aunt's house in Berlin,1946. The visit has dire consequences when the group ..
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EveryWednesday from 7-8:30As my voices blend with a hundred othersAnd the angels sing along in heavenI look to our wooden crossIt rests against a wall..
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Grey clouds blanketed the sky as young, bewitching Othella
Rivers meandered around the village edge, picking large, ruby apples from a low
hanging ..
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Just a little bit longerJust a few feet fartherJust a couple more mountains to climbValleys to crossAnd Clouds to jump overTill I land in in this new ..
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A cool, familiar breeze rustled Ivory's hair as sheloungedacross the black rocks she knew as home. The dark ocean waves lapped against her feet and ..
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Cry me a river
I’ll swim in the sadness
Growing accustomed
To this beautiful madness
Dark puppet strings
Make us dance to the mu..
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