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More like antipoetry, but whatever
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It was a fragile girl, that had been tossed unthinkingly into this desert. She had a tiny, breakable figure that stepped lightly around scrubgrass and..
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Love poem attempt 3,395
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A short story about a ballet dancer
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Story about a rough, janitor of sorts in Dallas...and Sunshine Cleaning effectively ruined this premise.
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Somewhat old, but I like it all the same.
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Lips and a******s
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Written a couple of months ago
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Written quickly for a writing contest, then edited. The 'theme' was darkness.
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She stood, stiffly, a monument to strained poise, staring wonderingly at the skyscraper- the monster of steel and glass that would soon consume her. S..
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