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Most nights I watch the moonBecause she out shines all the starsWhich pale, in comparison, at the edges of my visionThe night is sleek black hair, tha..
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Stench swells, reek rises, smoke shadows,crowds crawl like a single motley caterpillar,a river stained with an oil rainbow, flowing, pushing, fighting..
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An apology... of a sort.
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I told you that grief is a four
letter word that describes
When the last leaf twirls and
falls in autumn
When the fledgling leaves the
ne..
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There's a kind of morning that makes you want to crawl backinto your warm, cozy bed, and refuse to face the daythat begins with a gray-blue sky and th..
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Love
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Like a statue, a family is always there for each other, no matter how cold
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Suddenly the lock clicks shut and he's trappedin a cage. He glances around, puzzledby the maze of iron bars that surround himslowly comprehending that..
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Confident strides, assured by our new strengththrough white plaster halls,clogged by a thousand identical othersclass to class,paper to paperrise with..
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Dream my little cousins, dream, life can be good beyond measure.
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