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Here Comes the BrideA Poem by kersee9i attempt to assault the senses |
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TheArtTeacherA Story by kersee9I've been sitting here for twenty years watching them. They never grow up. Every year the same faces miss a front tooth and smile. They sit in the.. |
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willow the branchesA Poem by kersee9me |
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Glory BeA Poem by kersee9the cycles exist,i raise my handsthe pouring rain revelsat the mud between my childhood toesthere is joy,i raise my handserratic, soft, difficult conf.. |
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Origami RoseA Poem by kersee9"a paper thin beauty rises above... |
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LetCellosPrayA Poem by kersee9i love cellos. |
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Alex's IntentA Story by kersee9A piece of flash fiction that goes with Her Last Kill. They are both parts of a noir book I am writing. |
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