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Mostly a stream-of-conscience piece
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He's the one who was always known as "strange" The one who had dreams of astrophysics, Of perpetual energy, Of something more.But at the ..
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You talk with him every morning.He knows your entire soul,And you know his.You listen to his problems,Secretly keeping to yourselfHow they tear you ap..
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Tension
screaming through my heart
Slowly
tearing me apart
Close
my eyes, count to ten
Run
the music through again
Fans
a..
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Taking one glance home,
You drove off north,
Saying you were “born this way.”
Now you’re on the streets
Shoving ..
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Night as chilly as
the earth after rain,
The highways and
back streets are abandoned.
The sun begins to
peer over golden farm fields ..
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A boy and a girl walked alone on a
small path that twisted through a meadow. The girl was a beautiful flower, her
hair the same brilliant red as th..
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The snow fell slowly
on the abandoned streets. The night as dark as coal, the only source of light
coming from the lampposts, shining gentle,..
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John closed his eyes in sorrow and
frustration. Despite his repetitive attempts, this time, he couldn't seem to get it right.
When
he ente..
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A book of short stories with ghosts
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