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Crumpled photosBroken glassThe house dousedWith the smell of gasTake the pillsHope the pain subsidesCut my wristSide to sideDamp pillowTaste of tearsF..
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Sleep, sleep deprived Grab my hand, we will go for a rideThrough ocean fronts and fiery blazes Broken glass and death gazesVibrant animals, smell of s..
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Today I was walking down the street when I noticed her. She was sitting on the corner of Bay 19th and Apollo street. She was huddled up in her black t..
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There she was, just like yesterday. Today I really got a good look at her. She was beautiful. Her green eyes sparkled in the early November sun. Her ..
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I haven't seen her in days. Three days to be exact. I don't even know her and I miss her.I miss seeing her everyday, three times a day. Her knotted bl..
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Damn, I haven't been down this street since I was a kid. Our house burnt down when I was six and then we had to live here...on Crest street. There was..
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There she was. Sitting on the curb. Why was she here? Did she have friends here? Family? Why? I hadn't seen her in forever it felt like, but still it ..
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This book will not be continued. I had someone who inspired me to write this but they are no longer with me. There fore, anyone who wants to take the ..
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This takes place a long time ago in Egypt. The characters are:NarratorJudge Zack: messenger boy, adviser of ChrisSteven: Julia's secret love, head of ..
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