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Sometimes I want to let it go.
I want to free myself from
memory's chains, unlock the gate,
and fly away forever.
But I still have these days
w..
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She makes people uneasy.
She separates souls from bodies;
same goes for heads…
She mirrors the sociopathy,
the grit,
the ruthlessness
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Written from a rebel fighter's perspective, this is an introduction to my favourite character, Commander Amirah al-Qitaal.
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Entertaining dignitaries, I play badminton in the courtyard. The neighborhood is quiet. He drives on the edge of the village, knuckles white gripping..
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I was cleaning my rifle a few days later at about 2AM when I slid the bolt handle back and locked it in place. Honestly, I knew before that the whole ..
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When he laughs,I fall in love all over again.When he laughs,I see fangs.So I close my eyes.- - - - -When I read my books at night,sometimes I place my..
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Two men sit on the ground at the edge of a dirt road. The first holds a piece of wire in his light, caramel-colored hand and draws over the ruts an..
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So it was you.She spoke to the sniper lyingon his stomach on the roof,her voice soft, faerie-lightand almost lilting.It was you who woke mefrom the mo..
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