NightWriter44
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THE END OF THE VOICESA Story by NightWriter44Steven could take no-more of the constant voices in his head. Tonight he would end it.. |
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Bohemian ScreamA Poem by NightWriter44Many people died in the 60's. There is no traveling memorial for them, but they died in battle. |
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i am famousA Poem by NightWriter44Twisted memories, on a sawdust floor at St Michael's Den. Caught in the grasp of false dreams, and the warm flow of heroin, that killed Janice, dancin.. |
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is it just me..A Poem by NightWriter44is it just mewho's afraid of clownswho counts with his fingerswhen there's no-one aroundwho can't drive in trafficwith the music up loudwho looks for .. |
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The Unforgettable StrangerA Story by NightWriter44The Unforgettable StrangerHave you ever passed a woman on the street that was so stunningly beautiful you wanted to politely stop her and tell her.. |
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