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For I Am the Wind Strangling and screeching, I whip all those who have ever whipped me; then some more who simply got caught a little too close to t..
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Just because love is not feasible, does it not exist?
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Gently, the World Fades
Softgolden light folds down from the ceiling, enveloping you in gentle, muted colors. Tanned skin doubles its pigment under..
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Pink is a term not always reserved
for happy. Tentacles swish delicately in
the soothing cold water, waiting for
their chance to snap and wrap bold..
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JittersIt’s just the jitters, they try to explain, but I know the reason you cry.Your momma yells and your daddy hitsand your big brother steals..
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Fireflies Scene: Two teenage girls, Marina and Calleigh, cousins, are lying on the floor in sleeping bags. There’s a cat lying on a fold-out cha..
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Writing is life. How do you go about starting life?
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Like a Book
With half shut eyesI read you like a book. Each and every page is open;you bare yourself for mein the connotationsand depths of every s..
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Locust
Don’t try and lie to mewhen I can hear the inane buzzings of deceitlurking in the backdrop.
The many eyes you display are all glimm..
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Flames, burning, dead, dying,
Destruction.
Power.
Mine, the nation, the WORLD.
Flames, burning, dead, dying.
Hesitation in her eyes as we walk aw..
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