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SwansongA Poem by O CFaces so dolled up on such a gloomy day,Pristine in black dresses and cloaks,Down the path under drooping autumn leavesThey walk between forgotten sou.. |
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How blue is my sapphireA Story by O CAll of us live with our past. All of us allow it to shape our future. But some of us know how to shrug the past. I think that is who I am. (set in ta.. |
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