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I honestly haven't written since I was fifteen so please forgive my rustiness at this
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I can hear it-
It calls my name-
Morning to night-
Never a break in between-
I no longer sleep-
My eyes are unshut-
The voice can not be muted..
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Will I wake up-
Rise up from the petaled bed-
Am I locked up-
Locked to only be safe-
Will Prometheus give me fire-
Fire to consume all my emot..
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Gold of Crimson holds everything.
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[Consciousness] is either inexplicable illusion, or else revelations. - - C. S. Lewis
A charcoal, grey Mercedes-Benz E-Clas..
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"John! John wake up!" John's wife is pushing on his shoulders gently to wake him. He slowly opens his eyes and says softly, "Emily, is that you?" She..
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Detective Zelc shuts the door behind her and walks towards John. "Mr. Switz?" John looks over to her, "Yes, who are you?" She throws her hand out to ..
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Dr. Muller signs a "Return Home" sheet for John. He comes out dressed back into his street clothes. Detective Zelc is beside him. "Do you need a ride..
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The music playing in the Crown Victoria, is an old CD but a great band, The Bee Gees. McKenzie is singing along to one of the songs, 'This Is Where I..
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The last number on the digital clock just changed. It showed, "6:30AM." A cell phone on a Redwood Mahogany end table, clamorously rings. By th..
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