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A Story by A.O.
Her ashen face was nothing striking. Just like everyone else, she was not beautiful by any means, just plain. Her grey eyes were sullen, her jaw sharp..
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A Poem by A.O.
The silence that is more than just silence,
It creeps inside you
And takes up residence,
Crushing all ambition,
Pushing aside blossoming ideas,
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