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Dancing smoke.
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My lustful letter. No, I haven't given it to him nor will I ever.
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A letter to my violin, such a tease. A personification.
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Incomplete as of right now. Draw your own conclusions, as the story I'm retelling should be fairly obvious to the reader.
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random as usual. I threw in some of my man's style in there, can you recognize it, the line, and which poem it's from without looking it up?
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Random writings about discoveries and what not. Somewhat diary-like? This is my 'take a break' writing. If you want deep, go somewhere else.
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While deciding with my friend what we'll dress up as this year, I discover something horrifying.
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Diary entry, again. This is me on the topic of drugs while I reminisce about my own past.
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The door had closed. My room was settling before me, the square walls gaining more significance. I tugged against my nightgown. I had honestly yearned..
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A freewrite I did because I'd like to live in Canada.
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