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These words don't flow right.Thesethoughts are jumbled and jit tering.Akeyboard feels no emotionand youmay as well bedead.
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I know what it is to behaunted.The echoof a breathof a whisperof a liein a dream that does notunderstandforgiveness.In the daylightyou repent.When the..
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Something I wrote a while ago, whilst bored on a train, as you do.
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It’s a funny thing, darkness. Each dark is different. Sometimes it is
a warm, blanketing dark; it holds you tight and rocks you off to sleep.
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I wrote this over the summer. I just found it again. Nothing has changed.
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I tug at the loose thread
on my dollar store jeans
stretched over a stomach
too large.
I thank you for
washing my favourite
shirt.
You respond ..
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You. You with your coy smile and golden hair and big green eyes. You.
You are the reason for all of this mayhem. You have brought madness into ..
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Richmond Academy provides a rich and varied environment for your child, with spaces dedicated to work, play, and accommodation.
Richmond Academy has ..
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The staffroom. Miss O’Reilly is perched haphazardly on the couch; Mr. Devonshire and Mrs White are whispering animatedly in a secluded corner. S..
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The back of the bike shed was covered in graffiti. Nadine knew all of it, every heart, every initial, every careless scribble. But then again, she had..
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