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a love poem...
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a love poem... that's the only way love lasts...
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lies to keep you warm this winter...
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everyone makes their own choices, feel free to make yours...
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came upon contest for poem on dangers of religion... perhaps abstract, relates connection between common man, power-players, naive followers, and God...
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Sometimes the dialogue is the plot...
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short story - enjoy! give constructive and/or positive feedback
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What happens when reality comes face to face with it's own rash juxtapositions? And where is the dividing line?
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Thank you, Yira Simone. You, along with insomnia, inspired this story.
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Hit me.
Twenty on the table and I'm feeling lucky,
After all love,
I know how to lose.
I know how to risk
Clothes discarded in the wet grass
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