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she's got a slow mouthand she acts as if she's dressed this way her entire life,though the style just came around a year or two ago,and her clothes ar..
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i asked him a question,and a river of syllables flow from his mouth,words encased in a toddler's babble,wide eyes delighted in telling me a story,stic..
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"i hate everything!"her cry echoes through the houseagainst the slam of the door,the windows shake from the forceand her angry footstepsas she throws ..
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After hours in a sleepy, stuffy, lengthy car ride, I finally
arrive at the famous Knoxville Raceway, where I’m a member of the crowd. I don&..
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The student handbook contains a section in the front that
holds the rules, regulations, and general proceedings of the school day. I think I skimm..
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crashing through dark forests,lungs burning,legs aching,arms scratched by whipping past branches,and you can hear the creature panting,behind you,ever..
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pieces of fiction cut from something bigger,scraps of lucidity creeping from the corners,the wisp of an idea and the cough of a lyric,all laugh at you..
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i sit innocuously upon her right ring finger,cinched or stuck unless twisted -- released -- just right,though she prefers to think it optional.a clutt..
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i'll saunter, for there's nothing for meto shuffle about anymore.shattered fragments from the past,intrude upon my shining future,brush past them like..
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if there's a chance of corruption,i've no one to blame except you.you were perfection,and you've left me here to rot,keeping me company in my declinew..
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