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I held her hand In a dream I had as we lay down on the beach I looked in her eyes She looked in mine As the water washed our feet The wind was s..

The ringmaster holds up the mirror to show the crowd the smiles they all crave But he just stands there unfazed for he’s seen it all ..

Post apocalyptic adventure novel.

He stands exhausted on the roof of a building leaning over the edge as far as he dare to survey his surroundings whilst clutching the railing wit..

A low roar of thunder wakes her from her broken sleep and she sits bolt upright. With her mind still coming to she looks judiciously through the ..

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